Posts
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Lagging
I thought
I'd be fine on my own this year
After being shown the ropes
But...
I didn't realize how much of a lifeline you were
Until I was stranded
Didn't realize I fell further and further down
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Being
To be praised
To be wanted
To be called talented and know it's true
I am not full of myself
But I am nothing if not confident
Nothing if not sure
Absolutely positive
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The only reason I am surviving
And I'm here again and I love it
Away from my friends
Away from my peers
My teachers
Here with doable expectations
The stage lights glinting off my glasses like melted candlelight
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Careful
And it feels the same
But in the worst way possible
And I hate this
More than I hated last year
At least last year
I cared
What I wouldn't give to care now
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Bus Thoughts: Next Stop, Misery
My salvation
The song.
Not supposed to at school
I do it anyway
How else can I think?
Not straight.
Walking on board
Dreading the chatter
Nonstop noise
Chaos
Hate it hate it hate it.
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Back
And it's all back
Full-fledged
Only it's... worse?
It's harder?
And I am completely "fine"
And "enjoying myself"
And "fitting in".
I take the homework home
And complete it within half an hour.
Loves
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My writing
My favorite type of writing
is when I'm in the zone
I'm typing
no hesitations
just plugging in all of my honest thoughts and opinions into my somewhat-anonymous profile
spinning deeper and deeper into my spirals
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A Lingering Memory
I never wanted him to let me go… I just wanted the old him. But I guess letting me go was the best option for him. Still, it hurts to think that those times are now just memories.
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What I want
My favorite season has begun
stark white against the grayish brown of stick season
filling in the gaps between colorful fall and crisp winter
well, fall and winter are both crisp
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doors
i get tired at school
sometimes.
it's not like i am not interested
it's just when there is yelling
and fights
and darkness in your house
you don't sleep very well
especially when the ghosts
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This is Winter
I woke up late this morning to snow on the ground outside. It was raining as well. I remember thinking to myself, that’s not rain that’s snow. Is it?
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the world may revolve around us tonight
the dark seems to wrap us in a silky soft embrace,
your arms warm around me,
around me in a way I can't believe.
I'm no longer focused on film that's playing,