Adrienne. Nineteen, going on twenty. Asian. Fashion, music, Shih Tzus and poodles. "Be alive, and be smiling."

31. August 2014


every. single. one.

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A bouquet of roses, sitting on the dining room table. I hardly even looked at them ever since they were delivered to my doorstep. Instead I question their existence, and wonder why they have not died yet.

It’s not that I don’t like flowers. They are beautiful. The roses are arranged in the middle with many little flowers that are just as beautiful surrounding them.

But eventually, they die. Like everything else in the world.
Like the spark in a marriage, like the people around you. Eventually…

I think I am mentally ill.