fatally flawed - Finding true friends in this world is hard You have to encounter heartbreak, disappointment, and backstabbing. When is the time to give in, to fully open yourself up to a person that could potentially rip your heart out? That's the thing, we live for the moment for our hearts to be torn from our chests. It gives us our creativity, it makes us stronger and more fatally flawed. - We as humans strive to belong, to belong to something more, more than we could ever see ourselves. Friendship is wicked and absolutely terrifying, but once we find the ones where we seem to belong with, the ones who make us better versions of ourselves. That is worth all the pain it takes to get there, to belong and to feel complete. Nothing feels better than falling in absolute love with those we believe are better versions of who we are. I have fallen in love with those around me, each for a different and unique reason. Without these trusted few, without the passion and strength of those who support and encourage our true self we would be nothing.

Stars i lay on the floor and stare into the thick darkness above, seeing the faint hue of what use to be stars - my heart aches and the distance between us begins to grow those stars were hung by you, - placed with a desire for lust in hopes of helping you become someone that someone that helped me see new, that gave me the strength to breathe to grow and to learn about the very person who hung those stars above my head - you have become new, through me we begin to grow and the distance between us doesn’t seem to slow us down anymore i forget about who i was, i am one with you, i will never be the same you hung the stars above me - and watched from a distance the chaos you created inside my head

A Little Secret Every time I think I'm getting better I fall back into it. I don’t just fall, I dive deeper with a thirst stronger than ever before. It's more powerful, it consumes my wellbeing. For those of you new to this Ill let you know a little secret. It's food. — We live in a society where women and food do not mix. We are chastised and torn to pieces by our fellow friends, strangers and just about anyone else. We strive for the day that we can wake up and look into that mirror with our ideal bodies. We strive to see our bones through our skin. You can deny this all you want but if you and food don’t mix this is your ultimate goal. We count calories and punish ourselves for being who we are. We have panic attacks and develop eating disorders. Yet not a single one of us is willing to talk about it. To tell a friend that we are struggling. That I am struggling. This is one of many battles fought by my poor body every day I exist. Why do I strive to become nothing? Why do I believe the lies being fed into my brain? When I stand here and look at myself in the mirror I begin to lose sight of who I am. What am I turning into?

Like Butterflies It's complicated. It's unspeakable. It's nothing. I'm fine, I'm okay. It's all a bunch of lies. People come and go like butterflies -- and I'm left here all alone. Thinking about who I am and what I will become. It's terrifying. It's just not fair to watch people come and go, using me as a stepping stone.

Lost in Memories No matter how hard I try to forget, No matter how many days pass, No matter what I do I cannot get him off my mind. I cannot stop drowning. No one told me what heartbreak was really like, No one told me that everything collapses all at once. I still seem to find something new every day that reminds me of him. The untouched toothbrush left behind. The stuffed bunny on my chair. The wind blowing through my hair. Heartbreak dwells in every corner of my being, his scent still lingers in the air. We were one, we were something but now I'm broken. I know it's for the better, I know with time these thoughts will change. But right now I'm lost in memories, -- kisses, and heartbreak. He broke me, but god it was so worth it. Now I just have to deal with this pain.