A friend told me tonight that going through past writings is good for realizing how much one has changed, even when it seems as though nothing has changed at all. I went through my old Tumblr account before deleting it last night, and this is what I salvaged. Ramblings, realizations, maybe some of it can even be considered "poetry."

Enjoy.

November 16, 2013

Why can't I just fall asleep.
Why can't I not want another cigarette.
Why can't I function like a normal human being and fear the dark, and relish my time in the sunlight.
Why.

August 24, 2013

Truth hurts.
Truth is pain.
Pain is temporary.
Truth stains.
Truth lives in all of us.
All understand pain.
All is temporary.
We grow from pain.
We decide how temporary truth is.
We decide how long pain affects us.

March 11, 2013

I watched them stomp out the door.
Into the ******* shade of blue a car could ever have.
Off to go who knows where.
I don't know if they said anything to me.
I didn't have anything to say.

One last evening in Hell, and the only company I wouldn't want are
Three cats.

February 23, 2013

*My body yearns
Struggles
Begs
For rest
But I will refuse
And I will endure the trials
Each one laid in front of
And behind me.
One last hurrah, one last war
Within a breath, within my power
One last chance to live my dream
And after that, we'll go from there.
I don’t even know.