Македонија на Македонците!
Finding my way in life.
Don't Always Follow Back.
I cant even right now. Chevy. I’m crying right now and there are no words to express how I feel. I cant imagine what Nathalie is going through during this time. Its true that the good ones always die young. May your soul rest in peace.
my brother is watching your favorite show on Netflix.
my mom is talking about the car you like that’s new to the US.
i’m just trying to decide if its all worth it.
those emails you used to send me?
those apartments we looked at for us?
the puppy we were going to get?
spending as much time as possible with me?
maybe you don’t, but i sure as hell do.
then i remember why he’s gone and the pain slowly fades to disgust.
i really wish i could swallow pills like the rest of the world = /
Home. Simple word. Four letters, two consonants, two vowels, one of them silent. Home. You wish you could walk through a familiar door, shout out the word, in a simple two-word sentence: “I’m home!” But that door has been closed to you, slammed shut in your face, and no amount of pleading will open it again. Two consonants, two vowels. One word without meaning when you don’t have a home.
Still here. At least I think so, what’s left of who I used to be a shadow on the sidewalk. I look up, try to find a rainbow, but the only thing there is a lone cloud, stretching thin and thinner, clear to almost not there, across an upside-down sea. I lower my gaze into a puddle, close my eyes at what I see. Don’t want to believe that ghost is me.
you called me fat. i believed you.
*you said that i am as big as a whale. it still hurts.
I whisper and you close your eyes. I speak and you turn away. If I scream, will you finally hear me beg you to hold me close to you, promise you’ll never let go? Do my tears upset you? Can you see them fall on fallow ground—the soil of your heart? Fear is a better friend than you, who feels nothing, beneath the weight of my pain.