Writing

New year's resolutions.

I tell myself a lot of things every year -

I never listen.

No boys, no distractions.

Too late.

This time is different I think -

I want that senior solo

In biology,

we learn that there are so many tiny things

in the interior of our cells

nucleus/cytoplasm/mitochondria/ribosomes/golgi apparatus

floating.

My interior,

it holds my feelings

Roblox is trying to force people to face scan and verify their age to play. 

It's two weeks until Christmas

but it sure doesn't feel like it.

The air isn't filled

with the same spirit,

December joys are the

last thing on my mind.

My romanticized holiday season

• Being a girl is being afraid to like the color pink, because you don’t want people to think you’re a girly-girl. You're not.

Hands drawn to your eyes

Sobs wrenching themselves from your throat

Guttural noises that sound as if they clawed their way from your lungs