I like long car rides through the woods while listening to sad songs I like collar bones I like songs that romanticize him sleeping with another I like when his hands shake I like messy handwriting I hate being around lots of loud people I hate when jokes are carried out to long I don't believe in talking just for the sake of it It breaks my heart how beautiful humanity is I'd rather be broke and happy than rich and sad I like when my fathers drunk because he says all kinds of things I'll never hear him say sober I hate most shades of green I cry almost every day I love Charles Bukowski and F. Scott Fitzgerald their writing makes me feel alive I hate the taste of *** I drink ***** like water I think I'd still love him with his hands covered in my blood Pictures of bunnies make me smile He knows this I over romanticize the the little habits he has but they truly are my favorite thing when I said "I love you" for the first time I thought I meant it I didn't really mean it until it seemed too inadequate a phrase I love fresh green grass even though it makes my skin red I like how clothes smell when they come out of the dryer, but I hate washing clothes. I love how my mother is so forgetful, I hate how she forgets my feelings. I don't like birds, but I wish I could fly away. I hate ignorant people, I dislike my own ignorance more. I don't have the patience to read long poems but I could listen to readings for days I always stumble over my words when I'm excited. Green and red are not suitable house colors. Maybe I'm not as complicated as I feel I still remember how disappointed he looked that day I broke his heart I can take others hurting me but I can't hurt others I like my dad's girlfriend and not just because she give me alcohol I drink to **** my insides I don't see a point in living for a long time I like angry music It seems more alive than happy songs I hate my English teacher but I still think he's brilliant The Great Gatsby changed my life as much as a work of fiction can I've only been in love with boys with blue eyes I only have three best friends I'm constantly terrified that they hate me I feel grown up when he holds my hand in his car The little things he does to impress me make my heart flutter I love when summer is turning into fall I've been a parent since the age of three My mom thinks I internalize other peoples pain until it destroys me Maybe she's right I follow about 118 people on twitter I only know about 30 of them I've been suicidal since the age of 13 My mother doesn't know It would break my fathers heart It breaks my own heart I compulsively run my fingers through my hair when I'm nervous He thinks it's cute and laughs I love his laugh I can never finish a meal I hate eating in front of people I don't believe in god I did when I was younger I wish I could sing but I wouldn't want to be a singer I've never spent the night in the same bed as a boy I hope he changes that I try to be sincere I often fail I drink too much for my age But others drink more I hate when people worry about me But I don't know how to make them stop I can't listen to the news without crying I like raw genuine emotion I hate absolutes I always kiss on the first date I dont believe his promises even though I say I do My wardrobe consists of blues grays and blacks I hate where I live but I think that's common If I lived somewhere else I wouldn't of met him It makes me angry that my best friend got to kiss him She's no longer my best friend I don't like being questioned Small talk bores me I don't sleep well I have vivid dreams about terrible things There isn't a reason for why I write Except it feels like there's an animal eating away at my insides when I'm not writing