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There is no exact word to describe how I feel about you. i don’t think a word has been created yet to describe this feeling. I want to love you like I did before, but I want to love myself more. I want you to be happier than you’ve ever been before, but I want to be free. I can’t pinpoint it. I’ll go with the flow. All I know is that I love you, and I know that a part of me always will.

» Posted By Junco On 01.03.2016 @ 9:47 pm


Sometimes I wish there was an undo button in life. “Don’t have any regrets. You learn from your mistakes. It helps you grow.” We’ve heard it all before. But you know what? There are some things that just should never have happened or should never have been said and that’s that.

» Posted By Junco On 08.16.2015 @ 10:07 pm


I wish I knew how study. It will be my greatest struggle next year. I wish I could study schoolwork the way I study music and the lyrics and the harmonies of songs I love. I wish I could study schoolwork the way I study each and every detail of you.

» Posted By Junco On 07.08.2015 @ 7:39 pm


You are not a piece of jewelry. You’re not an accessory, nor are you meant to simply complement another. You shouldn’t be worn or dumped in a drawer when they tire of you or your are out of style. You are worth more than diamonds and pearls.

» Posted By Junco On 06.29.2015 @ 10:49 pm

You are not a piece of jewelry.

» Posted By Junco On 06.29.2015 @ 10:40 pm


You entranced her with your words like heroin; she thought you were her hero. You poisoned her, tarnished her, stole her. You crook. How dare you steal her from the wonderful person she was becoming?

» Posted By Junco On 06.05.2015 @ 8:11 pm


I trekked the globe, searching for an answer. After a decade, I came up blank. Nothing. What was I to do? I’d traveled to each of my dream destinations, hoping whatever I was looking for would find me. So far I had had no luck. What I did have, however, was happiness and love.

» Posted By Junco On 01.13.2015 @ 3:51 pm


Devastated. I had never been more devastated than the moment you told me the truth. Everything you’d been through, how could I not have known? You hid it from me. I could’ve helped you. Was I that stupid? Did you not trust me? I am here for you. Open your eyes as I have opened my arms and heart. Come here and let me love you back to health. Please, don’t ever feel like you’re alone again.

» Posted By Junco On 01.03.2015 @ 9:49 pm


“It was a one-time thing. It won’t happen again!” I looked at her unamused. “Do you really think I’m that stupid? Do you think Im so blind that I couldn’t see what you were doing all along?” You sneak in every night when mom and dad are asleep. I can smell it. You’re disgusting.” “You’re not perfect you know? I’m not stupid either. I know all about you.” “What do y..” “Just shut up and leave me alone.” I stood there, frozen in fear. Did she know? If she did, my life would be over.

» Posted By Junco On 10.12.2014 @ 12:43 pm


I flattened against the wall, struggling to stay silent. The slightest sound would alert them. Them. The same atrocities that orphaned me, the same heartless monsters that dismembered my life with their bare teeth, the same people I was destined to kill.

» Posted By Junco On 10.04.2014 @ 9:34 pm


Our footsteps echoed against the house’s barren walls. We made our way through the skeleton and found ourselves in the backyard. The morning dew was still glistening on each blade of grass. The grand magnolia tree had me in a state of hypnosis. I sprinted towards the wonder. “Babe, be careful!” But I was already on the ground, laughing at my clumsiness. He reached his arms towards me, “Are you o..?” “Look, look!” “What are you talking about?” I turned his body and pointed at our footprints in the ground. He grabbed my hand, our fingers intertwining, and he smiled. Our eyes locked and thats when we knew. This, this was home. These were our first steps towards our new life.

» Posted By Junco On 10.02.2014 @ 8:44 pm


“Come on, just do it.” I stood only inches away from the line. If I idled around any longer I would lose my mind wondering what lay ahead of me, but if I crossed it, I might never come back. Was I really ready to leave it all behind? I closed my eyes and juggled the possibilities. “I told you she wouldn’t do it. She always follows the rules.” I could feel my blood burn me from the inside out. My eyes shot open, and I shoved her out of the way. “Watch me.”

» Posted By Junco On 09.30.2014 @ 1:58 pm


Sometimes you have to be flexible. You can’t expect everything to go your way. You have to accept the fact that it is your life, but every aspect of your life cannot be controlled by You. The twists and turns are what make life interesting. Regardless of what path you end up on, remember that being just a little flexible makes the taking it all in a lot easier.

» Posted By Junco On 09.27.2014 @ 10:48 pm


I don’t think the word is enough. Nothing will ever be enough. You’ve given me life, happiness, strength, the will to push past my own limitations. When I fell, you reached out your hand and pulled me to my feet. When the pieces of me were scattered, shattered into microscopic, irreparable pieces, you somehow found a way to reassemble me. When I was drowning, you dove right in and took me to shore. How could I ever tell you how grateful I am for you?

» Posted By Junco On 09.24.2014 @ 6:29 pm


I caught you frowning and sighed. I just couldn’t understand. How could you not love yourself? You are everything good in the world, and yet you feel like nothing. Why? I demand to know who made you believe this lie. I’m going to help you rewrite your story and find love for yourself.

» Posted By Junco On 09.16.2014 @ 2:37 pm


Don’t wait for him to sweep you off your feet. The roles have been reversed. If you want him, you get him. If you’re waiting for the wind to sweep you up and blow you to your new destination, you are already at fault. You must run against the wind, go against the rules, and do what makes you happy. Do not let your life be decided for you. Go out there and make it happen.

» Posted By Junco On 09.15.2014 @ 7:20 pm


Humid is a step foot outside the front door of your home. Humid is laying in a steaming bath too long. Humid is being so close to someone you feel their body heat, you absorb it, and then you give it back to them. Humid is not always bad, but it is in Houston.

» Posted By Junco On 09.08.2014 @ 7:20 pm


You’re glowing. You are radiating happiness, and as each second passes I am falling more and more in love with you. Your smile is contagious and your touch, mesmerizing. But what fascinates me most about you is your presence. You step into a room and immediately it lights up. You pull me in like gravity, and I don’t fight it. I go with the flow and let it be. “You’re glowing,” I whisper. “I love you,” you scream back at my soul.

» Posted By Junco On 09.05.2014 @ 2:02 pm


He lifter her up and wiped her tears. “It’s going to be okay,” he assured her. She pushed him even further away and spat back, “What am I? Your charity case? Just leave me alone.” He tried to reach for her, but she was already too far away to bring back.

» Posted By Junco On 08.30.2014 @ 11:30 am


I should’ve fled when I had the chance. I knew that if I kept this going on any longer I would regret it. I should’ve shielded myself from the truth, but the truth never remains in hiding. I should’ve known better than this. I had the chance, but it was inevitable.

» Posted By Junco On 08.29.2014 @ 7:55 pm


I used to dream of being a pediatrician. I wished nothing more than that. But then I continued onto middle school and high school and I realized it wasn’t for me. I didn’t want to risk it. I could possibly waste 10+ years of my life to find out it was not the career I wanted. So in conclusion- I left my pediatrician dream behind out of fear

» Posted By Junco On 08.23.2014 @ 6:54 pm


He thought it was only a cup, but it was more than that, much more. He was intoxicated by eight, nine, ten pints. He was impaired and nobody could stop him. He grabbed his keys and drove away furiously. Less than seven miles into his drunken drive, he struck a vehicle and both drivers were killed immediately. The pint sized hands and feet struggled for minutes. The tiny liimbs stopped moving and all else was still.

» Posted By Junco On 08.17.2014 @ 7:47 pm


I was already late, and to make matters worse, it was raining mercilessly. Three blocks to go, two, one, half a block. I could see the metro bus spitting smoke out and preparing to leave me behind. I had to make it to that interview. As the doors began closing, he clumsily tumbled down the bus’ steps. I forgot about everything for a moment: the months of preparation, my stress, my interview. All I could think about was this gorgeous man who practically fell out of the sky. I ran to him and helped him up. “Are you okay?” “I saw you running to the bus, and I couldn’t leave you behind.” “YOU couldn’t leave me behind?” “Well yeah, what if this was my only chance to meet you?” I smiled, “I’m Mia.” “Edward.” And that was the start of it all..

» Posted By Junco On 08.08.2014 @ 9:03 am


We’re drifting apart and we both feel it. Yet we’re just sitting here letting it happen. Our friendship was supposed to be eternal. Why do I feel it nearing the end? I don’t understand. Sure, we’re both growing older, and maybe the age difference is finally catching up to us. Nobody could break us apart before. We told each other everything, EVERYTHING. Do you remember that? When did all of this change? I hate it, but I’m not stopping it and neither are you. Nobody knew me better than you. Nobody understood you like I did. Now I feel like I’m just a nobody to you…

» Posted By Junco On 08.05.2014 @ 1:03 pm


The clutter of cutlery, each piece melted and molded into a certain shape but after time becomes damaged. The tines of a fork twist every which way. The spoon’s neck is bent back too far. The knife has lost its poignance. Each utensil, regardless of its current condition, still serves a purpose. It is still part of the cutlery.

» Posted By Junco On 08.04.2014 @ 5:43 pm


I couldn’t stop myself. I was gazing into his soul. I think he caught me once or twice. Oh well, nothing stays a secret for long.

» Posted By Junco On 08.02.2014 @ 3:17 pm


“Don’t smoke. It’s bad for you. You’ll get cancer. You’re damaging your body. It’ll become an addiction. Soon enough you won’t be able to stop smoking.”
Everyone, each and everyone of us grew up hearing this.
But then we got to high school and it became socially acceptable, just another norm.
I used to criticize, but you know what…Who the hell cares cares? Do what you want. It’s your life. But please I beg of you, don’t flaunt it like it’s an achievement.

» Posted By Junco On 07.30.2014 @ 8:25 pm

“Don’t smoke. It’s bad for you. You’ll get cancer. You’re damaging your body. It’ll become an addiction. Soon enough you won’t be able to stop smoking.”
Everyone, each and everyone of us grew up hearing this.
But then we got to high school and it became socially acceptable, just another norm.
I used to criticize, but you know what…Who fucking cares? Do what you want. It’s your life. But please I beg of you, don’t flaunt it like it’s an achievement.

» Posted By Junco On 07.30.2014 @ 8:20 pm


At times, my father is coarse. He states his opinion bluntly. When I challenge him, he makes sure he gets the last word, but he has the kindest heart of any man I’ve ever known. Proof of his giving heart is on his coarse hands that have put in countless hours of work- building homes, fixing cars, saving the world. No matter how many times we disagree, no matter how many silent treatments I give , just know I love you dad and I will make you proud.

» Posted By Junco On 07.29.2014 @ 6:57 pm


It makes me angry how she treats her life as a sitcom. She has so much going for her, yet she’d rather play the part of the stupid and “sexy” character. She is smart and incredibly talented, but she would rather be thought of as a jokester. I used to admire her zest for life, but now I shake my head as she walks away, lips pursed, chest out, hands on hips, waiting for the approval of others. She has become a walking joke, and it’s a damn shame. She’s better than that.

» Posted By Junco On 07.28.2014 @ 6:37 pm

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