Writing

I have a lot of in between people.

The people I don't consider to be friends

But they're not my enemies, either.

The people I don't care about enough

To be awkward around

But also can't really goof off with

I realized recently

That there’s the family you don’t have a choice in -

Your biological parents, siblings, cousins -

And then there’s the family you do.

The family you share no blood with

But choose anyway.

i say goodbye and yet i find myself thinking about you again

i think about you in the weeping willow

singing a song of emotions that i do not know

i wonder if given the opportunity

I always said that it’d be the best day when I leave this school

But I’m not so sure now.

Sure, it wasn’t always easy,

But I gained so much good:

The best teacher I’ve ever had.

The confidence I always needed.

I am someone who is waiting on a dock in the middle of the night. There is a gross, green electric light shining on me. There is something out in the waves. 

Today was a day. First of all, no one needs to be bringing in dirt from outside! Why is it that when I work extra hard to clean the classroom up before school, other kids come along and make a mess!