My name is Rylee, I am eighteen years old, and I am still writing my story as I walk. I have painfully obscene obsessions with Paget Brewster, Lauren Graham, Miley Cyrus, and Terri Clark. I watch any show that Paget Brewster is in, and any show that Lauren Graham is in - and I watch them religiously. I love Camp Wohelo. Hand-written letters. Gilmore Girls. Memories. Criminal Minds. Photography. Long hugs. Holding hands. Traveling. He-Man. 80's cartoons.
Theme by Andrew
Five: I wish to disappear between the cracks in cement, the stars in the sky and the spaces between seconds. I wish to disappear from the world; hide and become nothing, but I am too afraid that no one will bother to remember me.
Four: Everything is fading. Light is less bright, the colors of the world less vibrant. Life and hope and happiness feel like the stars - close enough to see; too far to ever reach.
Three: I am at the door to your heart, I knock, my voice pleading for you to just hear me, please. I keep knocking until I finally realize - no one is home.
Two: I scream, fingernails digging into skin, lungs burning, there is no escape. I scream until life suffocates me, until I have no voice left, and all that remains is silence.
One: I am counting down to my own destruction, everything you do, anything you say - well, it’s all too late.
Zero.
