Legacy of the Goat

Screaming in the blackness Another fucked up canvas Thrown out the broken window Dropped another pastel Shaky hands from farewells Another fucked up evening Picking up the memories Trying to steady on shaky knees Collapsing on the bathroom floor Sobbing in the darkness Tears tarnish the artless Another fucked up goodbye

Journal 31

It’s a sunny day but…I can’t seem to feel it. I took a picture of this Cypress tree today. It’s just about as lonely as I am. But you know, this Cypress tree has been standing here since 1919. It’s resilient. And so am I.

Journal 30

I am disappointed in myself. I feel like an idiot for having hope. Half of me wants to force myself to forget him and the other half wants to force myself to hold out because it will be worth it. The truth is, I am an idiot. A heartbroken stupid girl with stupid feelings and I […]

Journal 29

Today is going to be a bad day. I was plagued by nightmares all night. Kept waking up in sweats, heart racing, feeling emotional turmoil. I fucking hate this hole in my chest. And even more, I realized a major fact yesterday…that people can paint themselves up and pretend to be someone they’re not, but […]

Journal 28

Keep it together, girl. That’s what I’ve had to repeat to myself over and over today. I keep running into reminders of…you know. Then I start to cry, and then I remember I am not a weak girl and I can get through this day. It all still hurts like a fresh wound. I sit […]

Journal 27

I just needed to vent. I spent the last four hours studying for an exam. I logged in and answered the first question. Then my school’s website crashed. When I refreshed and logged back in… My exam had been automatically submitted. What about the other 9 questions? Story of my life. Derailment. At every turn. […]

Journal 26

I love seeing happy people. It’s the only time I really smile anymore. I sit at the coffee shop and people watch while I’m spaced out in thought. What I should be doing is my school work, but just look at these people. I love to watch my ballet instructor especially – he is a […]