i use social media as an outlet for my emotions the only problem is that most of my mixed feelings develop because of subtweets and photos of girls who are not me isnt it funny? how the apps on our phones are both the sickness and the cure no you will not go to heaven, you will eternally reside in your saved drafts on twitter i dare you to post your most embarrassing mine? "do you ever look at the man you used to love and wonder why on earth he doesnt cut his hair and why he started wearing bermuda jorts" its more embarrassing for him my love life is now at my finger tips do you know how many guys want to love the girl they met on tinder who hides behind her poetry and uses harry potter as an escape mechanism? none i dared one to text me at midnght between mispelled words and shots he completed the phrase i love .... euphamisms like when your former self dies you call it growing up instead of suicide not my type i cant stand when people cough in class it reminds me of choking on words my words - the ones i say when i'm not supposed to or the ones i should've said but never did all of my pictures are captioned with phrases and song lyrics that i read in your voice i wish that record wasn't broken i wish i was a wizard truly i do with spells like impedimenta (to slow down your attackers) i wonder if it would slow down the voices in my head i wonder if it could slow down you leaving or my breathing (or lack thereof) this wasn't meant to be emotional, but with the world like this how could you NOT cry ive spent more nights in the bar bathroom than i have in my own bed its true how they say big events are the most intimate madi hahn - party of 1 or party of 761 if you count the followers who favorite my tweets about dying no one relates to happy poetry why? because no one is happy because. no. one. is. happy. its a facade - a mask, we hide behind but then the clock strikes midnight we're back daring stupid guys to tell us **** about ourselves that we already know we burn holes into screens trying to be relatable we lose the best versions of ourselves and we are fine with it as long as we recieve our fair share of attention