quarter.

One quarter of “just fine” has gotten me pretty far. And as I looked back at those old letters, books, notes… memories, I cried. I cannot physically remember the day that I changed. But I promise I did, and I just want you to realize that I’m not the person you stopped talking to anymore. I am full. I am deep. I am complete. Replace the new me with that void.

cheatED

My eyes became oceans yesterday, my thoughts a sunken ship. Full of skeletons, buried treasure, algae and coral and fish. Draining and spilling out like a basin, overfilled with emotion. I am not my own. I am empty.

People say that the eyes are the windows to the soul. In an attempt to stop appearing like I care, I’ve gouged them out. I am empty.