I want to scream and yell and pull my hair.
I want to throw things and smash glass.
I want to cry till my head reverberates.
I cannot believe I'm still not over you.

Sunday afternoon.
Sitting under our favorite tree.
Writing an English paper.
Listening to the songs you wrote.


  1. This is so true and honest. I adore it :)

  2. Same, really good stuff. Write MOAR.

  3. I know, I know. I will write more.
    It's just a little difficult lately.

  4. yes deff right more! you know those words fit exactly what i felt like about a month ago. i kept asking myself how could i still hang on when he already let go?


"Sometimes the world seems like a big hole. You spend all your life shouting down it and all you hear are echoes of some idiot yelling nonsense down a hole"
_Adam Duritz

I love hearing things that aren't my own pathetic echoes.