you there?

Two lonely words… I’ve said them a few. They always stare back, when they’re meant for you.

Lonely Heart

It barely even beats. Doesn’t matter though, now. Given this heart… only to stare at strangers, thinking that for a life’s blink, that stranger could have been you. I tired of being wrong.  

Journal Entry # 120 – Where’s The Colour?

Depression is being colourblind and constantly being told how colourful the world is. – Atticus

Journal Entry # 88 – Betrayal

Beware the person that stabs you and tells the world they’re the one who’s bleeding.