i’m so proud of you.
if the hunger games were real, i would’ve eaten those berries without you. i would’ve let you win.
i am terrified of failure. yet right now it is all i can produce.
i only feel love from my older friends. only they know how to handle the deep sadness that comes along with me.
i can tell he’s mine because he whispers my name every night just before he falls asleep.
i am here. just that. that all i am now.
i want to scream. i shall only halt when the windows rupture from their sills and the floor begins to shake. only then will i be able to go about my day.
today i watched a video from my ring camera of you smashing my potted plants. the ones you gave me.
i am argumentative. i am opinionated. that does not make me loud.
i read somewhere, that there is a day in the year that is always a catalyst. a day where you hit rock bottom for years on end. mine is november 9th.