abre los ojos.

things may not be great.

they may not even be good.

but they could be much worse.

why must i insist on being so sensitive artist all the time?

i have amazing friends, an amazing family, sweet kittehs, a killer bod (if u cut it in half), and most importantly, the world at my fingertips.

i'm deciding to let myself be happy and stop letting bad things get the best of me.

i'm ready to have fun. i'm ready to start living. i'm ready to stop hurting. 

:]

let.go.

medically speaking you're adorable.

i've earned my ph.d and i didn't even need med school.

"prescribed pills to offset the shakes that offset the pills you know you should take it at a day at a time."

so fitting i'd swear he wrote it with me in mind.

i'll get through this.

2 weeks and still going [somewhat] strong.

i can do this on my own. 

i want to feel again.

pretty and pink, down the drain.

i'm okay and that's enough.

take my advice.

you'd better think twice.

this heart's turned to ice. 

being this numb's never quite felt so nice. 

red looks good on you.

3 weeks and counting.

not a word. he's finally dead.

and i'm back to life.

hope you have a good (after) life.

ups and downs but no more down and outs.

i honestly live for this time of the year.

it makes me hope (ful/less).

maybe i'll find someone to make my heart race again.

maybe not.

maybe i already have.

[bleed out your broken promises]

open your eyes.

i'm doing this for me. 

but maybe it'll make you see. 

got this skin on and getting comfortable; i'll be staying awhile. 

make the best of the worst.

"but what about these broken mirrors?"

piece them back together.

"i think we can work with this."

makingithappenonebreathatatime.

only makes sense in my head.

that unmistakable ache that starts in your heart and spreads out to your limbs.

even your blood hurts pumping through your veins.

a cruel reminder that this is real.

drain the pain.

how may i please you today?

don't get me wrong, i don't wanna grow up either.

but i'm not a mother, teacher, or a babysitter. 

i don't like dealing with children.

so don't make me. 

thanks.