captain’s log: 27/1/2015

i’m a house of cards and each day i allow something, anything just one touch. everything falls with a gentle push, comes crumbling down to pathetic ruins and i stare at the jagged pieces cradled in my hands. i’m wondering how it’s possible to put pressure on something that’s so broken, because you’ll just bleed and it hurts, hurts like you’ve ripped apart your newly-sewn stitches. i just hope the wind stops blowing for one fucking second and remind myself to never, ever build a foundation made up from false hope and unrealistic expectations.

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