This is going to be extremely informally written. I feel--no, I am having an anxiety attack. The boy I've written so many times about wants to come stay with me, and this time it's real. November 4th he's going to be here with his band, and he's going to be here with me. He writes … Continue reading Diary



Some people are like moss They grow in the dark, moist places And while to many They are decorative, pretty They absorb everything around them They are mildly toxic Or poisonous and indigestible Turning your insides They will attach to you And won't let go But highly revered You don't let go And the problem … Continue reading Moss

Sadness has washed over me because I tried really hard to be happy, but you're still there at the back of mind and I feel so stupid because you don't even think about me.