Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Happy Birthday, 6-10-1998

*This one's to an ex. Disregard it.*


I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday. The world isn’t a wish granting factory, though.

All the one days have been canceled, because they were dreams, and the second you woke up they were made fictional. You never really knew me for the girl I am. I never told you.

I’d like to say life’s a funny thing, but he’s a horrible comedian. That’s the truth.

I never got to say goodb


I’m sorry.

I just can’t write this. I’m having trouble bleeding onto the page correctly.

For the first time in my life, I need to punch something. No more passive-aggressive Solstice.

For the fist time, when I sang along to I’m Yours, I sang the line with damn in it. I usually just say ‘bam’ or something.

And screw you, I know it’s pitiful, but that’s a big deal for me.

Happy Birthday.

Solstice Everston


  1. I get this way sometimes. It's difficult waiting for the feeling to wear off. When you don't end up acting on these impulses you start to feel all weird and uncomfortable, kind of like when you yawn and you feel like you need to yawn again but the feeling was just an echo, so yawning again doesn't help, it just feels weird. If that makes any sense, which I doubt it does, it's late and I'm sleep deprived.

  2. People say I'm a monster; this post proves it.


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