AddelineTheGreat

     He told me over the phone once that the gold rim circling my iris in my hazel eyes was the prettiest color he’d ever seen. (that was an interesting statement.)      He told me once over the phone that the light blue flecks in my deep blue eyes were the prettiest color he’d ever seen. (did i believe him?)      He told me over the phone once that the dark green of my emerald eyes was the prettiest color he’d ever seen. (no, i didn’t believe him.) [is it possible to swallow too many lies?]      He said that I was too

I am me. In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me. Everything that comes out of me is authentically mine, because I alone chose it — I own everything about me: my body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions, whether they be to others or myself. I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears. I own my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes. Because I own all of me, I can become intimately acquainted with me. By so doing, I can love me and be friendly with all my parts. I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and other aspects that I do not know — but as long as I am fri

1208. the number of days left until I’m gone. 753. the number of sheep I counted until I gave up on sleep. 88. the number of keys on most pianos. 52. the number I compare everything to thanks to my 4th grade teacher. 52. the number of white keys on a piano. 11. the number of lines on my wrist. 4. the number of people I hold closest to my heart. 2. the number of days left until my vegetarian anniversary. 1. the number of people I hate. myself included. 0. the number of friend I have. all these numbers are floating around my head I feel like a math problem is replacing my life. but that’s okay. because in math t

i'm sorry for subjecting you to my nonsense, for making you deal with my crappy poems, for imposing upon you my personal circle of hell. i'm sorry for my silver silences, for all the times i couldn't say a word, for the walls i built around myself in hopes that behind them, i'll disappear unnoticed. i'm sorry for letting myself stray beyond your reach, for getting lost in the shadows and the lies. i'm sorry for destroying myself without a thought as to the possibility i was hurting you too and i'm sorry that i don't know how to make it all better.