Mari, 21, OC born and bred.
A collection of images, songs, writings, and thoughts.
Tonight was a success. I even discovered a new turn on spot for him. I’m a guilty ear nibbler and he liked it
Is it weird I just browsed through several facebook profiles to find out what someone’s ex gf looks like? I mean I was just curious to see the type of girl he dated. I mean it’s like studying for a test right? Since we are going for drinks tomorrow….
It is weird, I’m gonna go hang my head in shame.
No I’m not.
This is not a search for who’s at fault
It’s more of a plea for hope and understanding
My brother once asked
Why don’t you write about happy things?
Why must is always be about heartbreak?
Or dwelling on the sad parts of the past
I’m generally happy
You’ll always see me smiling
We talk about the good things out loud
But I like to keep my sadness to myself
The things that have caused me pain
I like to store them and make them into art
Why spill my pain out to people who won’t listen?
These words I write
Are my pieces
A portrait built on letters
To deliver my emotions to others
People who can relate
People who can see the beauty in the pain