i don't feel safe writing here because i don't know who reads; that feeling makes me distinctly uncomfortable. just know that if you are hurt by anything written here, you really shouldn't be reading in the first place. this diary is secret from my real life for a reason.
i met a girl with eyes like a cross-section of a kiwi who burns herself with heated knives and leaves me with bruises in the morning. she kisses every inch of my skin until i am burning, doesn't think twice about sleeping naked together and surprises me every day with these seemingly uncharacteristic moments of soft-heartedness. the way she smells like sunlight. falling so hard, so fast and terrified it will just lead to burn-out. she talks about seeing other girls and i want to go, no, fuck that, don't see anyone else, and feeling like that surprises me so much. possessiveness is not a feeling i am remotely accustomed to.
one relationship went down in flames and another that is rising like a helium balloon. just keep kissing me, i don't give a shit, this is what living feels like.