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March 15, 2009
I want you to cry on my shoulder and convince me that I'm human.

I know that I'm human and I'm going to tell you that it's an exaggeration; that this is all bullshit drama writing, nothing real. But everything that I write -- everything -- reflects something, ugly or otherwise, that I have honestly felt or thought at one point or another.

Things like this make me incredibly ashamed. I don't like how I hide behind words because of how upset I am with how I think and how people will think of how I think.


Paint me red.