DaRealHeatherMcKenna

so, this is it. me. saying i love you… er, i've never been very good with words. so, i hope you don't mind, that i'm trying to say it in more words than just those three that make up my favorite cliché. so, here is goes. YOU. YOU ARE amazing, breath-taking, carefree, destructive (in a good way), elegant, fantastic, grinning, happy, intelligent, jubilant, knockout, lovely, majestic, nonsensical, odd, perfect, quixotic, right, smiles, toxic, understood, vibrant, wonderful, x-traordinary, you, z oom. you make me feel like the dictionary should include your name, the definition should just be a picture of you, but everyone would

I ‘m in that place, where yesterday and today blend, and you’re stuck somewhere between the two. I dig my finger nails into my palms, and feel the warm trickles of blood as I make crescent shaped cuts. “I don’t know how to handle her anymore.” My mom says from the room over, breaking into her usual hysterics. And, like they all do, the psychologist comforts her, saying she would try to help me. But I wouldn’t talk to her, just like I didn’t talk to the others. Every time I open my mouth, words won’t come, or they will, but no one is listening. When the do come, my words come out a jumbled puzzles that