sadmachine
Cascading through existence with a jaded mind and a jubilant heart.
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The Jubilance of an I Love You in Open Diary
The moment was unexpected like how most tragic things happen except that this was neither a tragic thing nor was it something to celebrate about. It happened on a lazy weekday. No work and no sch...
He's driving me crazy! in Open Diary
I like him a lot, okay? And I think he likes me too. Unless I’m misinterpreting his constant need to hug me or ask kisses from me or when he tells me he’ll be sad when I leave. I get it, okay? An...
Almost got caught in Open Diary
I woke up at five-thirty, eager to feel the warmth of his embrace again. But fifteen minutes passed and he still hasn’t gone out of bed. The same time passed and I went downstairs, brushed my tee...
Promises Like Vintage Polaroid in Open Diary
His words are like transmissions through an old radio. In that its meaning could be misunderstood from the noise of the static. Much like his actions with ambiguous meanings. He kisses me lovingl...
