Saturday, September 13, 2014


haven't had sex in a month, and i can't stop thinking

about your hands around my neck

and your arms pulling me into you 

and my arms begging for you to be closer

and your hands turning into fists while intertwined in my hair 

and my hands going all the way down your back

and your tongue tickling ever part of my skin

and my mouth moving to all the right places 

and sharing giggles and kisses in between 

and being mangled in each other afterwards 

and ugGGgHHhHHhhHhhhhh, I can't. 

Sunday, September 7, 2014

The white pill

You know what happens to girls like me? Girls who are always smiling, that don't have that many problems, that are adventurous, in love with life, but still depressed? They die. Because when you have everything, and you're in love with everything, but it still isn't enough, and it still doesn't make you happy...What else is there? So maybe I need a little help feeling better. I need a magic pill to send happy thoughts to my head so I don't wonder about dying. But the great thing is, I only feel this way because I have nothing holding me up. So I'm gonna take the pill, the pill that the doctor prescribed to me, until I think I can do it without the fucking pill.