thou shalt know who thou art

this is you. eyes closed, out in the rain. you never thought you'd be doing something like this, you never saw yourself as, i don't know how you'd describe it... as like one of those people who like looking up at the moon, who spend hours gazing at the waves or the sunset or... i guess you know the kind of people i'm talking about. maybe you don't. anyway, you kind of like being like this, fighting the cold, feeling the water seep through your shirt and getting through your skin. and the feel of the ground growing soft beneath your feet. and the smell. and the sound of the rain hitting the leaves. all the things they talked about in the books you haven't read. this is you, who would have guessed it? you.

-my life without me

truth like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold

you push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough. you kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us. from the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it'll just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream.

-dead poets society

take me again, she said, thinking of him, to the ponds with the swans and the swimming

if you have ever had your heart broken

i feel for you.

having your heart broken.

it fucking sucks.

let us embrace. and from this very moment, vow an eternal misery together.

-thomas otway

for the second time now, you've come into my room in the middle of the night and wept silently in my lap until you've fallen asleep. i don't know how much more i can take. my helplessness is dragging me into a deep and inescapable hole of depression. i will do everything i can. you know how much i love you. but i am only seventeen.

what am i supposed to do.

i must look like the fucking wizard of oz. i wish i was. you need a brain? a heart? go ahead. take mine.

take everything i have.