before we draw my dear dear friend, i promise you my word If we should part my dear dear love, you know you're in my heart

my mother doesn’t hug me. she doesn’t know what to do with me. my father had the kind of anger all fathers do. loud and terrible. it lingers your whole life.

my parents welcomed me with loving arms but within an hour we were back at each other’s throats

if Jesus died for all our sins he left one behind, the body im in. Same hands that made the moon and the stars got carpal tunnel and forgot some parts, i don’t know what i believe but it’s easier to think he made a mistake with me.

”was this a sign that things were going wrong” no no, you were the one that cared too hard, not them

I guess, I guess I guess this is the end I'll have to learn To be somebody else

it wont help to be patient, the water will rise after all you’re all in the same place aren’t you, daughter of god?

you don’t have to be a church. you can be a garden. you don’t have to be a church. you can just be you.

in a dream, i saw my mother with the love of her life and no children its the happiest i’ve ever seen her

every time i think about love i think about me thinking about you

but he is not the one, still every time i look into his pretty eyes, think of all the things i didn’t even try.

i’m friendly and thoughtful and quite awfully pretty but he needed more then me.

i feel so lonely again, like my childhood

i liked you better when you hated yourself

take her name out of your mouth, you don’t deserve to mourn.

in another universe, my window is open and i am laying on the floor i am 12 years old and nothing bad has happened to me

It's still as a pond I am staring into From here I can say Thank you From here I can tell you Thank you

there’s something about having a mother when you’re a girl. it’s crushing. crushing having a mirror that suffers all on it’s own.

hate is a bile that starts in your guts and erupts from your throat like a geyser, you try to provoke and emote and spit angry black stains on their lies

I guess, I guess I guess this is the end I'll have to learn To be somebody else