Dear Mira,

Was it worth it?

I hope it helped to tear me down.

I hope that was good for you.

Was it worth making me look stupid to make yourself feel better?

Was it worth it when you walked in on me sobbing on the phone to my dad?

It wasn’t that bad, right? You’re good to me…until you’re not.

Hey, it’s okay. I get it, you’re insecure because while I spend hours on end in the library, you’re wa...

I ran through the snow, it was harder than what I was used to. I fell and slammed my elbows onto the solid ice. Tears burn my cheeks and I don’t think I’m even breathing. The way a carol of bells attacks you is how I was hunted. I am a deer who missed migration, I am being hunted. The ground crunches but it also thuds with each stomp I make in my escape.

Where are you?

Can’t you see that it’s m...

We are all one wrong comment away from hating each other. At least, I’m one comment away from making you hate me. You’ll never get rid of me though because you like that I follow you like a puppy.

You love me and I love you. Two completely different types of love. You tell me about this great guy you’re talking to. I come to ask you for a hug when I’m breaking down. Two completely different types...

If only I never went to the theater.

If only I’d been normal.

I would never have gotten involved

in something so informal.

If only I’d kept my hands to myself.

Now the story of us is on my bookshelf.

If only I had been more responsible.

_[shut up, it’s 12:16 AM and I have homework tomorrow…or—well, today technically.]_...

Friday is indecisive. He can’t decide if he will be the best thing to happen to me or the worst.

Saturday has me forgetting I have homework due at 11:59PM. She’s telling me I have time.

Sunday says I’m out of time and I have nothing going for me. Meanwhile he’s the most terrifyingly anxiety ridden one of them all. Why do I believe every word he says?

Monday thinks she can protect me from myself...

Home was a physical place up until the age of 15.

I never understood people who said home was about people.

Then I left home. I’m finding that, yes, my family is home. Yet, a big chunk of home is me.

If I’m not my own home, I could get lost.

I make a home for those around me who don’t have a home either.

_[this is kinda rough. I forgot I didn’t write today and it’s 11:44pm. Gimme a break.]_...

I’m not sure if Cupid had a hangover when he assigned soulmates, but really?

Jack is a hunter. I could never be with someone so cruel.

God, I hate him so much.

I hate that he’s successful.

I hate his stupid soft hair.

I hate the way it falls in his face.

I hate that he doesn’t care.

Jack can’t be my soulmate.

I’ve only had a few.

He’s an idiot with a twang.

He is nothing new.

I made a note t...

“It’s long pig,” he told me when I asked what I was eating.

I noted to ask my brother about that term later.

He asks me how the meal he prepared for me tastes. I say acidic.

“That’s what happens when you scare the meat before slaughter,” he explains. I wasn’t sure how you could kill something that would be then eaten without it being scared or at least disturbed.

I clean my plate because I ai...

“Goodnight Dakota,” you tease through the connecting bathroom door knowing I can’t help but call after you.

Dear god, I would rip you apart.

I adore you.

I’m crying and running my hands through my hair.

I’m shutting you out because I know it’s starting to show, my feelings about you. I know you notice. You miss me getting flustered over you. Now that I’m pretending not to want you, you miss yo...

This is my confession.

I have nightmares about my life therefore my life must be a nightmare.

This is my confession.

I was supposed to go to church today but my legs ache from the day before so I’m dropping the ball.

I have nightmares of people I knew. I rarely find myself with people I know today because I am stuck in the past.

This is my confession.

I don’t want friends. They are too much....