My Home Will Be A Home With No Loud Anger, No Explosive Rage, No Slamming Doors Or Breaking Glass, No

“You cannot make someone understand a message they are not ready to receive.”

— Unknown

I’m pissed off. I’m pissed that amazing people are suicidal. I’m pissed that kids get cancer. I’m pissed that poor people can’t afford college. I’m pissed that soulmates don’t end up together. I’m pissed that people lie. I’m pissed that no one cares about the earth. I’m pissed that people are fake as fuck. I’m mad because this world is so fucked up and there’s nothing I can do about it.

“Someone somewhere is searching for you in every person they meet.”

— Unknown

January, The feeling of your sheets against my skin is the only thing that gets me out of my bed anymore. February, My birthday passes, the little Pisces girl with too much love in her heart, you don’t call me. March, They say spring is coming but it snowed today, I’m losing hope.  April, The word therapy comes up a lot in conversation but I never go. May, I walk into the woods a lot and try to lose myself, I know it too well, I decide to get high instead. June, The men that drink at the bar squeeze my ass when I give them their bourbons, I let them, they tip better than anyone.  July, I love my tan skin and the feeling of the sun against it, I’m happy until the night gets dark. August, I see you at the gas station filling up your Jeep, you smile, I buy myself a pack of cigarettes. September,  I quit smoking because he says I’m too pretty to die young, I disagree. October,  It’s getting cold again and he is not you, but sometimes I can still pretend he is when he’s pulling my hair. November,  I don’t remember much but the taste of liquor, and the sound of the door slamming when I leave him.  December,  I forgot what your voice sounded like until I answered your call. You ask if I’m okay, I ask what you mean by that.

A year spent missing you (via weallwritealong)