Speaking to oda makes my chest ticklish

In a good way

Let him have you
No
Just let him embrace you
Nope
Give in already you're lonely
Never

Me and the voices everyday

Ready for some cheap romance

Me next Halloween

Nada sounds like a Melanie Martinez song

I'm pretty uncomfortable with life and how it's getting worse

When your concerns aren't love anymore, but god's wrath

I get a little gray hair for every scare you share

My journals were never limpid, not once

In order to see birds it is necessary to become a part of the silence
—Robert Lynd

I'm your little bird who's drawn to silence

How do I cope with life?
Simple, act as if nothing happened

Your father figure has died. Unreal
Your parents killed your cat. Can't recall
The only male you loved betrayed you. Never happened
Everything is getting worse. Where?