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turning leaves

I locked all my

memories in a Chanel shoebox and wrote

my name on the back.

This should be a fresh start but

I am not so convinced.


Lost Word

I was writing my post yesterday, and came to a brick wall with one of the words I wanted to use. I was reaching for something very specific, and while I knew it existed…I couldn’t find the word I wanted. 242 more words

Police Your Own Area, Protect Your Own Turf - Part 3

As I got sicker, Ross started calling me Amy again rather than Sam, as if his sidekick had already departed, as if he was politely but most assuredly removing himself from the clutches of the stranger now camped out on the living room couch, preferring the more familiar phantasm in his mind. 1,433 more words


Julie Weigley reblogged this on Beautiful But Unlikely and commented:

New title, same story . . .

I have had these mini breakdowns,
For the last couple of days
I am not sure why?
I should be happy,
I should be okay, 137 more words

I Am; What I Hate

I never realised,
A part of me taken away,
By someone who was to be there,
Protecting it,
Protecting me.

I never realised,
That wasn’t what happened to everybody at that age, 167 more words

I Am; What I Hate

Forgive or Forget?

I like to think that people are made up of the experiences—or moments—they encounter throughout their lives. Adrenaline, motivation, fear, pain, happiness and other types of emotions are of great influence to people’s personalities. 560 more words


It makes me laugh,
And teary eyed,
Here I am,
Listening to your songs,
While you can’t even let me be a part of you. 127 more words