Holidays Wreaths are hung, Smell of pine fills your lungs. Turkey, ham, apple crumb, The holidays have finally come.

Change You can plan for a change in the weather and time; but i never planned on you changing your mind.

I love your handshake, meeting my father's. And i love how you walk with your hands in your pockets.

White lips, pale face. Breathing in the snowflakes <3

Dear Crystal Im sorry. I barely know you... Maybe i shouldnt be writing this. But Crystal, please just hear me out. I know im not exactly your friend, but i have been keeping an eye out for you. You dont know this, but i was watching over you. Then i found your blog. Save me from myself. Oh, Crystal. Im so sorry. I didnt know. I thought you were something of an attention whore, but i was ignorant. Who was i to judge you? How was i to know you were abused, bullied, even raped? Oh, Crystal. Im sorry. Im sorry for any name ive ever called you. Im sorry for judging you. The girl who cuts, who has attempted suicide multiple times. Thats all you were. Crystal, i was blind. Im sorry. Who was i to judge you?