i wrote this poem in 10th grade–10 years ago–but it still feels pretty apt to what i experience in my life everyday, so i’m posting it again, rather than rambling on about the things i hate and how i’m sick and tired of life. i’m tired of letting people down. letting my God down. i …
there are days i feel like i’ll explode if i have to live anymore. there are days i don’t want to talk to anyone. there are days i lose control. there are days i hate. there are days i cry. there are days i love. there are days i tell jokes. there are days i …
i don’t have anything useful to say, which is fine, i guess, because i don’t think anyone is counting on me to say anything at all, much less something useful. however, i am more than a little annoyed by the fact that there is nothing in my brain these days which i feel must be …
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