I have a confession to make….
I am obsessed with teen mom on MTV.
Guilty, guilty, pleasure.
Cuts to the core
You’ve been there
you understand
Maybe I don’t have it all figured out…
Maybe I shouldn’t even try…
Our psychological state allows us to see only what we want/need/feel to see at a particular time. What five words do you see?
Secrets. Suicide. Flesh. Malice. Lust.
What?
Every day you die a little and every moment I wish to save my breath
You were never perfect but now you are a perfect picture of fragility
I want to take the air from my own lungs and build you back up
I want to become a star
not the kind that grace the covers of magazines
I want to be surrounded by the darkness of the night sky
and fade away by morning