zeffwolf:
“  I took this picture one year ago, 365 days later and out of the 3 bed sheets that I have, the same one lays now, sloppy on my bed, the Deathly Hallows hid under my pillow. I have been wearing the same necklace, day in and day out for 3...

zeffwolf:

 I took this picture one year ago, 365 days later and out of the 3 bed sheets that I have, the same one lays now, sloppy on my bed, the Deathly Hallows hid under my pillow. I have been wearing the same necklace, day in and day out for 3 years; my body doesn’t even shiver anymore when the cold metal touches my chest every morning. There is now a television at the end of my bed; I couldn’t sleep for a while when I watched The Ring last New Year’s eve. I started writing 18 months ago, but I haven’t written anything new since February. In April 2013, I wanted to write letters to the girl that is always on my mind. I wrote poems about her. December 2013, I fucked up and I never once wrote her a letter. January, where were you?  End of February, I hurried out of class and took the train to Amsterdam, I found a girl I had only known for 3 days laying on the floor, barely alive, her arm resting on a page of Romeo and Juliet, smudged with blood so to not dirty the carpet. 8 hours later while she was sleeping in a hospital bed, she was dead for 43 seconds.  I decided to take care of her. She loved me. I wasn’t sure if I did. June, I gave her love, but I didn’t love her. August, she fucked up. I hate her, but I don’t give her hate.  End of August, I am still in love with the girl I wanted to write letters to, even after 8 months of not talking to each other. End of September, I finally wrote her a letter; she replied. Wrote another one, so did she. The plant in the top right corner has been replaced by a picture of a 12-year old me smiling, next to the vase I broke when I tried to kill a mosquito with a towel last summer. The curtains are closed, it is raining outside. A lot has happened and changed in one year, and I could write for hours and hours, but damn, rain always makes me feel so sleepy. —October 2014

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