"It will be better this way. You will feel freedom and happiness." This doesn't feel like happiness. It feels artificial.  "But aren't you happier?" ... yes. "Then let it be." -- I have known darkness. I have known light. I have known grey and colors and seen the sun set and the moon rise and waited on a ledge for...

Hi. I'm Endymion. And I can say that I really don't mind that you all know my name. Most of you probably don't know me, but now I guess I'm free to show you who I am. Yes, my name is Hailey. (Just Hailey. Don't call me Hay because that just sounds stupid.) I'm an artist. I create...

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Hold my hand. Show me that you're real. (because you seem so transparent.) Please don't be a figment of my anxiety and show me who you are. Hold my hand again. Touch my face again. Kiss me again. Hug me and hold me and be with me and Show me that you are real. Talk to me, Mister...

Somewhere along the line the sun started rising from the wrong direction. The porch in front of my house got smaller and it only makes me want to spend more time there but still I don't. The yard is messier and newer and the weather warmer. It's old and new and borrowed but it's not quite blue anymore and I think I like that most of all. Not to say...

"I can't take much more of this. I don't know how to act around you or what to do and it's killing me." -- This is for YOU. Because I can't hold all of this in anymore and I know I'm too impatient for my own good and I'm sorry. It causes me to make quite a lot of mistakes. And in doing that, I've hurt you. I'm sorry. I don't think you want to hear...