seventeenjinxes
To the world, he may just be an ordinary kid, but when I look at him, I see my salvation, the answer to my desperate prayers. He gave me brighter days and made me believe that this time, love might actually be mine.
I saw a stack of magazines by the blow dryer. I reached for the one on top, and my beautician helped me with it. I flipped it open, and you made it to centerfold. This bitch, I thought, who would ever think she'd end up this damn famous?
He cupped my chin, but I refused to look up. Seeing myself in his eyes would be too much. I'd rather not have that one last look. Things will be easier that way. Unsuccessful, he just kissed the top of my head, then the deafening footstep. After a few seconds, all that's left was a gap that can never be repaired.
Carbon is a very versatile element. It can be as dull as graphite or as beautiful as the diamond on your hand. But I think that diamond will be grander if I had been given the chance to place that around your finger.
She had me in chains. My very own mother, the one who gave birth to me, had me wrapped in thousand of chains, forced into a dingy room, without light, without water, without love. It has always been this way, because I was different. Abnormal. Unworthy.
I have written about side already. Could I possibly write more about it? Well, yes I could. But this time, I'll choose the opposite side and not write anything more about it because I'm lazy like that. Did you effing get my point?
writing since 2012 · 6 entries · 6 days shown up
each square is a day—lit means Sanrey showed up.
6longest streak
6days written
7entries / week
the words Sanrey reaches for
writechainslovediamondtopwrittenalreadypossiblyyeschooseoppositelazyeffingmotherbirthwrapped