Constrictions, restrictions,
Self-worth has its own afflictions.
But in the thick of it, you have no predictions,
About how it will affect your life.
This is the question I woke up at 2 PM asking myself and then figured I should write about, expecting the idea to merely vanish by the time I would have opened my computer, as it always fucking happens. Shockingly, five…
This sucks.
Trigger warning: Mention of self-harm and suicidal thoughts.
“You need to realize that you have nothing to be sad about. You’re okay. You need to wake up and realize that.”
Dear people of Earth,
I want to ask you something.
This is a sixteen-year-old girl. I’ve had nothing go terrible in my life, I have no reason to be sad, but I am.
I can’t go back.
Maybe I’m exaggerating, and I’m certainly wrong in the big picture, because I can go back, and I always do go back. But when everything crashes at a moment’s notice, I am unable to pay…
It slinks along the ground,
Quiet as a mouse, present like a python.