February 2011
January 2011
“O, she was worthy of all love!
Love-as in infancy was mine-
‘Twas such...”
– Tamerlane by Edgar Allan Poe
I’m afraid that I have far too much baggage to ever love again.
This ain't living.
she tells me “just let it end on it’s own.” I’m told that I should not intervene - that he will get the idea. I do not know why I am so drawn. I think I like the pain. Maybe I enjoy disappointment. I feed off of it. The pain makes me feel alive. Yet, I cannot stand to see myself like this. You are bringing me down. You have been bringing me down for far too long. I will not...
luceatluxvestraa asked: it's okay that you're a creep Missy. you're a pretty creep so it's alright :)