Dear life,Do I hate you? or I just hate that I am not liking you enough? Well what's the difference? My heart is beating. I am alive. But am I really?My thoughts have destroyed me more than blades ever could. Sometimes it’s heavy… like you’re carrying an elephant. Sometimes it’s dark… you wonder if you’ll… Continue reading Fearing Life?
Here's what's not beautiful about it: from here, you can't see the rust or the cracked paint or whatever, but you can tell what the place really is. You can see how fake it all is. It's not even hard enough to be made out of plastic. It's a paper town. I mean, look at… Continue reading Paper Towns