Writing

When I think of the color green, I think of the trees behind my school. In kindergarten, when kids were cruel and words hurt more than sticks or stones, the trees were there.

When I pulled up to my grandparents’ home in a cramped rented car with my family, I was always welcomed by the rumbling of the tires on the old and uneven brick pavement.

i haven't seen my best friend in six days and i've already watched all our old videos with the bad lighting & worse camera angles, clicked through the pictures of us together and got all sentimental like i have a pretty awesome life after

I could pretend to be happy

When the world is ending

And you'd all believe me

I'm a great actor

But never onstage

I can say I'm happy for you

Congrats that's so cool

When under it all

It's hard

It's really hard

When there are so many people to balance all the time

So many personalities

So many conversations

Overlapping

Talking over each other

So many big emotions

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been deeply immersed in the digital world. My life has been a constant stream of online consumption, whether for academic purposes or purely for personal enjoyment.