This is my catharsis.

blazeberg:

“I used to feel so alone in the city. All those gazillions of people and then me, on the outside. Because how do you meet a new person? I was very stunned by this for many years. And then I realized, you just say, ‘Hi.’ They may ignore you. Or you may marry them. And that possibility is worth that one word.”

— Augusten Burroughs

Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
Wear a necklace of rope, side by side with me.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree. 

Everything my freshman year of college has taught me in one sentence.

I have an extreme innate tendency toward self-sabotage.

I know I’ve been neglecting my lit blog as of late, but it’s kind of nice to have my old venting grounds back.