February 2012
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They say that I’m too young to know what Love is. Well, what if they are wrong.
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Love is a word I no longer dare to speak of.
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Folks, if you have instagram, you can follow me @ bloodscent
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I should and I must and I can. But I do not.
A friend said this on the phone to me this morning, “That’s because you’re still hurting.”
It has resonated with me ever since, and I think it is because she admitted out loud the thing that I hadn’t even managed to admit to myself.
It is like having a sharp needle pressed to your skin. Everyday, when I think about how I will never see him again, the needle presses...
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verbal diarrhea →
sadness shall be my valentine
