horrible again. working until i can't think anymore. until my feet ache. until i don't know what it's like to not feel tired anymore. until i can't remember why i did this to myself in the first place. until the stench of black coffee seeps into my pores and pours out into my sweat. sweat. still be it sweeter than the shivers i feel when i come back again to this freakish anti-hell hell in the win... » Continue Reading
i miss u. do u still think of me? do u think of me when u eat reece's pieces? do u think of me when u hear heavy bass, or get pushed in a crowd? do u think of me when u almost hear my name, but just not quite? do u think of me when u see old photos from our older generation? do u think of me when ur bracelets clack together as u write? do u raise your head when u hear the cacophony of chains toget... » Continue Reading
ugh i am wasting my time. am i wasting my time? or am i learning to enjoy what i have been given? hmmmm?? what then, liberals??? Wish » Continue Reading
hey guys :3 i haven't been writing a lot lately because i had 2 go home 4 spring break. i mf H8 IT THERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 it is such a horrid house, with such a horrid series of ghosts to accompany it. i haunt that place. every time i go back, i somehow die a little more, dig myself a little deeper, give every1 another reason not 2 come any closer. i storm through the hallways like katrina on the 5t... » Continue Reading
me when i'm a fucking psycho and i go crazy when i'm just trying 2 enjoy a nice car ride with a friend. why do i do this 2 myself? who knows! anyways heres more bullshit » Continue Reading
vent idk nothing is real i just need 2 say some shit and i need it 2 not be poetic and i need it 2 not b beautiful i just need it 2 be outside of me a lot of the times when i'm home i just remember how my room is the only room in the entire house without a screen in the window. no barriers, no resistance (other than the catch of the/my hand on the frame). i wonder why i always want 2 go home when ... » Continue Reading
this is an old one!! this is a rhyming elegy that i wrote i think 4 a school project which is why it is kinda shit but oh well. i wanted 2 post bc i'm home and want 2 fucking kms (UGH!!!1) bc i h8 my home and shit but i » Continue Reading
i wrote this poem two weeks after i turned 18. i had a worse-than-average bday cry that day and kinda made the realisation that im not a kid n e more but i feel so young (n so old..,.,.). n e ways this is me trying 2 cope w that. it was weird being in college and 17... but now i wish i could b 17 4ever » Continue Reading