I broadcast my monumental teenaged angst onto the internet. I am ABSOLUTELY not doing this for attention. Not at all.
It seeps through the cracks
Where light was supposed to emerge
She gulps up all the joy and pain of the world,
Pulling it apart, digesting it.
A diary entry from tenth grade… It reflects the reality of me homeschooling. Totally unedited. It was one of my darkest times, but at the same time I could truly be authentic.
Dear Judgemental Therapists
A poem (more like me pressing the enter button too many times). It’s very raw and unlike my usual pretentions…
The sun falls warmly,
On my dusty, forgotten body.
The world outside
I see a lamp. I see a pretty vintage lamp that housed squirrels drunk on autumn’s spell. Its pompous…