Eleven

Eleven months filled with painful romance and eleven months that I will never forget.

For now, I know this is for real.

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Sometimes when guys hit on me, I act like I don't know what they're talking about because I'm not interested in them.

Fucking bitches and a shit afternoon. FUCK THEM ALL.

We risk sanity for moments of temporary enlightenment. So many ideas. So little memory. The last thought killed by anticipation of the next.

It's not where you're from or where you're going.

FEAR NOTHING

Your grace is wasted in your face, your boldness stands alone amoungst the wreck. Now, learn from your mother or spend your days biting from your own neck.

The moment before the first touch, we know that longing we have to hold eachother. I will drown you in love, must suffocate your needs. Now we're healed, we have our own language. I feel wonderful.

You're the man of my dreams but I'm awake.. This has been hauting me for over a year. Show me it's real, show me we're real.

Let's get married.

HAPPY

It's not nice when your twin sister treats you like you're a dog but if there's another person around, everybody is in such a better mood! Aren't they..? She doesn't listen and I've heard the, "just ignore it" phrase quite a bit or "she's a bitch too everyone". That's incorrect, you all obviously have no idea. And you know what? Just because we're twins doesn't mean you sit at neutrality and just sympathize and ask if I'm
okay.. Obviously I'm not. Fuckheads.

You are not a queen, Stephanie as I am not a 'worthless', 'hormonal bitch' and I definitely do deserve things such as a shelter and an education.
And a HUGE fuck you goes to you, don't ever expect me to do you good. I don't give two shits about you anymore, this has gone too far, you ungrateful, lying bitch.