If i told you where i've been would you still call me baby? and if i told you everything would you call me crazy? i don't know when i stopped writing. when i stopped feeling the need to put words on feelings. i don't know why either. i've been reading this blog back and damn, did i write some beautiful things in the past. now i overthink it, i suff

Just when you though there wouldn’t be more, right? i find it hard to believe i haven’t written on this blog in nearly eight months. where did all this time go? how did i not feel the need to write? i’ve been down a few times since january. i’ve been hit by new experiences, challenges, disappointments, doubts. i’ve stumbled and wondered.

I forgot the burn of crying eyes. i forgot the releasing pain you feel when you close your eyes after having cried. i want to forget again. i haven't been down in so long, i don't want to fall again. i'm sorry. i will fight.

- d. ...?- i love you too, marianna. you provoqued a heartquake. when i asked how you knew i was going to say that, you simply answered that you were feeling, and thinking the same at this same exact moment. it comforted me in my thought that we often "say" our love to each other in other ways than words and that when i thinking i should say it but