I'm Shiloh: lover of sunshine, Texas, conversation, and Italian food. I enjoy wasting my time admiring the beauty of everyday life, and I'm a master of being responsibly irresponsible.

Friday, January 15, 2010

Rules of Loneliness.

-Just wait. Wait until you hear the door close and then you can run. Run as fast as you want. Straight to the bathroom just in case you get sick.

-Congratulations, you've made to the cold, hard bathroom floor.

-Cry. Cry until you can't cry anymore. It's the best release, trust me.

-Hold up. Make sure you turn the water on, so your parents think that you are simply, just washing your face. When your water has been on awhile, turn on the radio. Really loud.

-When your throat is sore and your eyes are too swollen to see, it's time to get up. Relocate.

-I suggest the bed. Or at least a carpeted floor.

-Now, be still.

-Tell yourself over and over again that you are not crazy.

-Tell yourself that you love him, and that's why it hurts.

-I know you're still crying. And that's okay.

-When you can feel the ache from your head to your toes, just let it be. There is no way to get rid of it.

-If you're not in bed yet, get there.

-Pray, everything will be okay someday.

-Be still.

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