On a bench swing at sunset.
By the bank of a small river.
On the back porch early in the morning.
At the park in the middle of the night.
On a hill in the dark.
In an empty bedroom at 11:37 pm.
Someone once told me I laugh too much, so I did my best to stop laughing.
They say a picture is worth a thousand words.
I wish I had taken more pictures.
The ones on my wall both hurt and heal.
I miss the feeling of thinking I was in love.
I want someone to hold me.
It was harder than I imagined because I remembered.
Reading what he wrote was like being wrapped in a hug.
If you make friends with yourself, then even when you're alone you won't be lonely.
But I still can't help feeling alone.
Sunday
Ghost
Dear Girl,
It's okay to cry. It will make you feel better if you do. Trust me, I understand the pain of being without a shoulder to cry on. So just let it out.
Love,
Your Heart
It's okay to cry. It will make you feel better if you do. Trust me, I understand the pain of being without a shoulder to cry on. So just let it out.
Love,
Your Heart
Something Real
Life didn't turn out the way I expected it to.
I expected not to be worrying about money as much as I am
I didn't expect to be seeing a therapist and I didn't expect the therapy to be free.
I expected to have more friends, and I didn't expect to be all right with having so few.
I didn't expect to be dreading home.
I expected to feel pain, but not over boys who are men now.
I didn't expect my laptop to stop working three weeks into the semester.
I expected to get more letters in the mail.
I expected to have good friends, not a best friend.
I didn't expect to get along with my roommates.
I expected to cry more.
I didn't expect waking up at seven to be so hard.
I expected to eat, but I didn't realize how much it would cost.
I didn't expect to be writing letters to so many people.
I expected to be lonely. I didn't expect to be okay with it.
I expected to have more scholarships.
I expected to travel more.
I didn't expect to be planning spontaneous road trips with my best friend.
I didn't expect to find myself.
I expected to grow less spiritual, not to find myself closer to God.
I expected to hurt, but not this much.
I expected not to be worrying about money as much as I am
I didn't expect to be seeing a therapist and I didn't expect the therapy to be free.
I expected to have more friends, and I didn't expect to be all right with having so few.
I didn't expect to be dreading home.
I expected to feel pain, but not over boys who are men now.
I didn't expect my laptop to stop working three weeks into the semester.
I expected to get more letters in the mail.
I expected to have good friends, not a best friend.
I didn't expect to get along with my roommates.
I expected to cry more.
I didn't expect waking up at seven to be so hard.
I expected to eat, but I didn't realize how much it would cost.
I didn't expect to be writing letters to so many people.
I expected to be lonely. I didn't expect to be okay with it.
I expected to have more scholarships.
I expected to travel more.
I didn't expect to be planning spontaneous road trips with my best friend.
I didn't expect to find myself.
I expected to grow less spiritual, not to find myself closer to God.
I expected to hurt, but not this much.
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