Stories by Noelle

i wish you had told me you were struggling with addiction. i know it’s troubling and embarrassing, but i need you to know that i’ll never judge you the way you judge yourself. i understand that sharing your burdens can feel cathartic while also inviting a new kind of pressure. but i’m not here to […]

she’s too quick to judge that’s why i never tell her anything of importance no matter how she pries i mix my lies with a sliver of the truth and though it leaves me feeling uncouth at least she’ll never know what i actually do.

i hope you find the courage to apologize. you’ll feel better once you do. even if i never forgive you.

their artic gaze always warmed me up. i must have been colder and secretly seeking companionship. their warm eyes left me feeling lonely like they weren’t actually looking at me. they just found me entertaining.

power and tradition for those who argue against basic human rights are the only things to live for. humanity was never in question. when a superiority complex stems from not allowing anyone to have the same chances and circumstances you had you’re the inferior one.

forgive me for taking the long route. i needed to wander to find my way back. i needed to chase after what i wanted to realize i hated it. i needed to know that i was wrong. forgive me for worrying you.

i wish i had been more consistent in my hatred towards your treatment, but i trusted that you meant well even though i was using my second guess. if i had trusted myself instead of you, i’d have much less healing to do and perhaps i’d be a better person too.

if we had fallen casually, we could have lived happily. but we chose a blaze of glory and everlasting theatrics instead. though we’ll have to answer to judgment for such a questionable decision, it’d be wrong not to admit that directing our own drama always left the sweetest taste.

troublesome how they all left isn’t it? one after another and the next after the other in single file like it was planned just to spite you.

i wish that you met me in the city. in that environment, we could’ve been different enough versions of ourselves to love each other properly.