my mother’s gone for two weeks on a business trip which makes me supremely happy because i find it easier to deal with my father by himself rather than both at the same time. especially, you know, considering everything. 

i can look people in their eyes now. it doesn’t put anything at ease.

“i’m not _____ enough to make anyone stay.”

                      -my inner child.

yes, claire. i still belive strongly in what i screamed in the hotel room.

for a second there, i entertained the idea of having another half.

THEN I REALIZED THAT I WAS BEING STUPID. I CAN’T ELOQUENTLY PHRASE HOWINSIGNIFICANTI FEEL RIGHT NOW. I CAN’T PROPERLY PUT HOW SMALL

AND NEEDY

AND DESPERATE

AND LONELY

AND…

I AM JUST A HOLLOW …THING… FILLED WITH SPACE AND NOTHINGNESS. EVERYONE, TAKE NOTES. SIMPLY BECAUSE YOU CAN FEEL THE ORGANS WITHIN PUMPING BLOOD AND HELPING YOU BREATHE DOES NOT MEAN THAT YOU MATTER.