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Oh how many people i killed with ink
Suddenly sleep has become a luxury one i don't get to experience anymore.
i do not care who you loved before me nor who you still love, just don't think of her while we fuck
She'll keep hating the world while i dance in the rain and speak to the homeless animals...
Journaling for over 13 years.... so I made this stupid decision to reread everything and make a file of my life.... though I haven't started but I've unpacked most of the dusty books... and I just sit here knowing that I will enter some void for the next few days... perhaps weeks or months... and I'm frightened because it's like stabbing myself on purpose....(consciously) and subconscious I might die...
i just hope I don't lose the people closest to me in this time..
"Tell me how this works Alice...because... because.....you left me.." she spoke distastefully turning her back avoiding eye contact.
"so why do you get to decide if we keep in contact?" she leaned forward gripping the desk a burning fire now building in her throat
"you left me...."
"you left" a tear rolled down her cheek
"I'll see you again one day" Alice spoke bringing the wine glass to her lips
"maybe one day when you are ready again" she concluded throwing the picture into the fire
3 years since i heard from you.
3 years since i reached out
3 long years of suffering
Worst part is that writing on it's best is when pain is felt almost glooming on the surface of my existence yet these day's i have everything to be thankful for but still i wish i could be ripped apart everyday just to start writing again.
Nobody knows the real me.
I'm just a girl with an average smile so happy all the time and to think of it i might die with this image in my parents head
Trying to connect to something?
Any advice?
After 3 years I've come to realize that some chapters are better left unedited in our book of love, it's purpose was always to meet fire, to be destroyed for no hand could have saved us from the start.
"But why?" Alice asked.
"We destroy, making sure nothing is the same after we've shatter them" Jack paused for a moment
"It's what broken things do Alice" Jack said turning to the ocean.
"We destroy pure hearts"
That night even wine tasted different almost duller than normal..
Maybe it was because i was sipping on it for to long......or perhaps I'd grow nauseous watching you fuck her that night from the balcony.
And as she laid, wrapped up in my sheets, it was you who learnt that books like me deserved to be felt, craved and touched, i wasn't made to be place on a high shelve in some old forgotten building collecting dust. -unknown-earthquake.