My hands are limp,
My brain is numb.
My hands are not quite sure what to do with themselves.
And neither are my emotions.
My hands feel lonely without your hands,
And my heart beats with the same lonelyness too.
Not exactly a sad beat,
But more of an I had a full heart for a day and now it's more empty than ever.
An I miss you and need to see you REALLY soon kind of beat.
My hands are lost without yours too hold,
And it's all because of a six hour drive of pure joy,
In which our hands never parted.
So thank you for one of the best things that ever hapend to me,
And I miss you more than ever.

Different
Christian
Tall
Lesbian
Lover
Imaginative
Down to Earth
Introverted
Depressed
Writer
Anime Fangirl
Me
 

   When given the word Grade I think of a number, a letter, or an amount of points. And after every year we tally them up. I think of the pressure and fear, knowing that this one test could make or break your grade. The grade you get on it is a depiction on how smart you are.
   
     But many factors go into taking a test. It's not that you don't know the material, it's that even if you study your butt off and took notes and paid close attention to the topic in class, you still get "test anxiety". Instead of the knowledge that you have shining through, the stress keeps it hidden.
    
    I think the idea of a grade is fine, it's just how we get it that is my issue.
   

i remember begging my dad to get me a cat
"dad, please" i'd say, again and again
eventually, after i wrote an essay, he relented
and we went out to tabby town to pick one out

we came home with io,
a scared black-and-white kitten
who crawled all over me and flexed her claws
up and down my arms.

i remember breaking down, some day after school
in my room, surrounded by math homework i didn't understand
and io, that stupid little kitten who did nothing but yell at people passing by
jumped on my bed and started to play with my pencil.

it was a came of cat-and-mouse, io the cat
and my eraser the mouse.
i didn't finish my homework that day.
io wouldn't leave me alone.

i remember her kneading my arm
licking my face, scratching at my homework
defending me from sine, cos, and tan
that little kitten who loved to yell.
 

the mental health of everyone across the world, especially teens and young adults, are deteriorating rapidly. everything's costing more as businesses hunger for money and ignore human rights. the planet is getting warmer and species are going extinct. there's an enormous mass of trash in the ocean and it's disgusting. children are dying due to lack of access to resources and monopolizations of said resources. women are having acid thrown on their faces for saying no. men are being faced with false rape accusations for saying no. people are getting shot for their skin color while those that shot them are getting off scot-free. animals are getting abused because people can't be kind. people are getting abused because people can't be kind.

where did we screw up?
 

Dreams
Dark 
Broken
Listen
Falling
Dust
Sunset
Ending

tick tick tick tick

Stopwatch
Race
Glory
Fame
Empty
Silent

tick tick
we are all running 
it can't find us here

Tangled
Hands
Heart 
Mind
Life
Death
Fear

can we stop the world can turning?
can we stay here for a second
trapped in this one moment?

Ice
Cold
Night
Breath
Look
Inward

folding into themselves
these people
are they your puppets?
who are you to tell them to live?

Tell
Speak
Change
Affect

I'm scared here in the dark.
It's coming 
I can't stop it

Brave
Courage
Think
Special
Believe
Imagine

light is but a shadows reflection
come 
step forward

sometimes, the words come out wrong.
it's always when i'm around other people,
ones that care about me
to some degree.

i didn't mean to say i'm colorblind.
i'm not. i can see perfectly fine.
i don't know why i said i was allergic to avocadoes.
i've never even had one.

i didn't have a terrible headache during musical.
i had one, yes, but it wasn't as bad as i'd said.
i said i didn't hurt myself while i was riding my bike.
but when i took a shower, my leg ached, so so badly.

maybe it's not the words that come out wrong.
it's just something up here
in my mind
screwing up these words that i hold so dear.

you think you know someone, right?
and then you ask stupid questions

>i'm sorry to ask, but are you into girls?

holding your phone, you're frozen.
you're afraid.
what if she thinks you're weird?
girls shouldn't like girls.
but you've never seen it as wrong.

>well, maybe a little. i'm not sure.

barely comprehending the words on the screen,
you jump.
you have a chance!
you thought she'd reject you.
what do you do now? she knows you've read the message.
you reply.

>lit.