Brand new.

It feels like putting on a brand new pair of shoes. They fit right, they feel good, they look absolutely great, but how long will they be able to last? Will they be strong enough to withstand the things I do? I hope they do because I'm keeping them.

Leaving far, far, away.

Makes me so happy. Bye-bye for the weekend you nosey, judgemental, overwhelming little suburban town.

Stuck in the middle. Being pulled in every direction.

Somone like you.

I underestimate the amount of emotions I can feel at once. For one person too. That night, you, you and that night combined. I feel that once the heart has felt something so true, and wonderful, and safe, and blissful with a person it's hard to feel it again. And once you've lost that, it feels like you've lost all feeling in your body. It's like your heart and mind have to regain conciousness...but sometimes it takes too long to repair and you're left with the insecurities that rush in when you're in your most vulnerable state. Maybe that's just me in a certain case.

"There are few things sadder in this life than watching someone walk away after they've left you, watching the distance between your bodies expand until there's nothing... but empty space and silence."