Of Mirrors & Splinters

I hate being jealous of another man. Especially since what he has was mine first.

Girls always ask for the stars in the sky. Never realizing they’re hotter than hell. 

I hope she knows that she gave up everything to live a life in fairy tales. And on that note, I hope Hell is make believe, that way I can say we’re neighbors.

I buried myself alive. Now I can’t get the fucking dirt out from under my nails. 

I hate to believe that everything happens for a reason, but sometimes it helps you sleep at night. November was hellish this year, but I knew if I could just stay awake that things would fall into place. Which I’m thankful for. I finally move into my place in 3 hours and I am confident to say that I’m in a much more peaceful state than I was. I really had begun to feel like nothing else could possibly be taken from me to put me in a more self loathing state of mind. I couldn’t possibly have hated myself more than I did all the entire month of November. The girl I loved for over three years left me for another, and I’m finally able to say that I’ll make it. I’m 100% sure I’ll be fine. The winter comes and things die, but what I apparently had forgotten was that things grow back as well, often more beautiful than ever. I’m excited to see what this new year has for me and the amazing people I hope to meet. I’m in love with my state of mind. 

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