the road less traveled

I wish I could say I took the road less traveled. I wish I could say I was a die hard romantic and was brave enough to take a leap of faith. I wish I could say I took a chance, I learned a lot about myself, and even if I got hurt, I had no regrets. But I can't say that. Maybe one day, but not today.

the little green monster

Sometimes I wonder. You know those wrenching feelings we get in our gut. Are we supposed to trust that feeling? Or is that feeling a completely irrational manifestation that we should throw aside? Is our subconscious trying to tell us something, warn us? Or is it just our insecurities eating away at us? Basically, is it you, or is it me. Only time will tell.


"Truth and time tell all."
Oh Justin Bobby, so wise.

sing me something soft

Do actions really speak louder than words? I still want your words. Is that too much to ask?

there is a light that never goes out

When all the signs point to "no," why do I still long for the "yes"?

how to love

I struggle so much between accepting myself for who I am and longing to become the ideal version of myself. Sometimes I wonder if I shape the ideal version of myself with the ideal version of what you want. And maybe what you want, is who I want to be. Or maybe it is what I always wanted from myself. The line is so blurry. I wish you could prove everyone wrong. I'll root for you every time, but I seem to be losing. It gets tiring losing. People start to look down on you, view you as a helpless case. And you start to get down on yourself, and your self worth slowly starts to sink. You see, when you frame your self worth against how someone else views you, you are bound to be stepping in dangerous territory. A ticking time bomb.

in your eyes

We expend so much of our efforts on fruitless pursuits. It is hope that drives us. Hope that keeps us coming back. Those fleeting moments that we cling onto. Those fleeting moments that almost erase the pain of all the other moments, where it's so glaringly obvious that it isn't right. Almost. But we are a persistent species, so we keep hoping.

blue valentine

I feel like men are more romantic than women. When we get married, we marry, like, one girl cause we're resistant the whole way until we meet one girl and we think I'd be an idiot if I didn't marry this girl, she's so great. But it seems like girls get to a place where they just kinda pick the best option..."Oh he's got a good job." I mean they spend their whole life looking for Prince Charming and then they just marry the guy who's got a good job and is gonna stick around.