I always felt like nobody read this blog when I still used it. But now every time I go look back at it, i see really thoughtful and meaningful responses to a lot of my emotional posts that I never ended up acknowledging.

To those people- thank you, I never deserved you. You cared but I didn’t believe it.

I definitely get a rush of joy after I unfollow someone…

My tumblr is like a time machine. I look through it to see who I once was, I wonder who I am today?

Hey guys

Now I feel like I just come on here every time I’m sad or heartbroken. What an interesting journey this blog has been through. Having an anonymous blog has been one of the best decisions I’ve made, though. 
I’ve realized that I’m honestly just so closed with my real feelings to others. Telling people simple things that they don’t think much of literally brings me pain and discomfort in the moments prior to and during my confessions.

Well, there’s kind of more heartbreak, not really, but just a “what if” that I ruined that reminded me of events that took place over a year ago now.

That scares me. That my initial despair began over a year ago and I still haven’t begun to recover.  Sigur Rós is helpful tonight. 

finally telling someone that you fell in love with a girl then he starts to talk about how he won’t ask to watch and he used to like lesbian porn because there weren’t very many dicks in it and he won’t ask to watch but maybe to join

I met a rando on the “Occupy Wall Street” website chat and I’ve been talking to him for 3 hours… this is weird but we have a connection….

OH SHIT I JUST CHANGED MY ICON FOR THE SECOND TIME EVER

oh shosanna, i love you, but having both the background and icon as you was bias towards just one of my favorite characters/films. there needed to be room for my new obsession which is Stanley Kubrick.

repeat after me:
change is good. 
change is good. 
change is good. 
change is good. 
change is good.  

Visiting again

Heartbroken, once again. I am the genius of relationships that never happen.

hello

This is the end of a poem I just wrote, this part illustrating a panic attack - I want to appreciate every moment but my anxiety tells me otherwise.
Thoughts?