thank you for saving me from myself.
you make me happy the way chocolate makes me happy:
a temporary high, inevitably fleeting,
giving way to something stronger.
depression is more powerful than love.
i tried to fill it up with hope,
life got in the way.
now i turn to the comfort of stark white pillows
to absorb my sorrow.
i have been ill for a long time. and this past week i have had a cold ontop of it all.
my life was put on hold. and now i have to learn how to press resume and paint this blank canvas.
the love bucket is truly a bucket full of love. his skin is always warm and comforts my frigid bones. last night he came home with soup, orange juice, chocolate muffin mix, and lube. he knows what i need and gets it even when i say he doesn’t need to. he’s sweet as butter.
i love you so much sometimes it makes me sad.
i’m starting to feel the way i used to, in the dark times.
this is no good. i hope it’s just because i’m sitting at home not doing anything.
i can’t go through this again.
orgasms make basically everything better.
don’t conform to everyone else’s rules of humanity; make your own.
it makes me uncomfortable when you tell me i’m beautiful, because it makes me think you’re psychotic.