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today i wrote three words on my arm:

strong

willed

young

and right now it seems that’s all i want to be

see the parts of songs that hit me the hardest are the calm within the storm or the storm that finds a way to interrupt the calm but when i listen to them i can’t do anything else because i am entranced

i keep wishing i could write more about love because love makes people create such amazing things. but there is no love that deserves my words right now. i need to end this saga of poems about the girl who i saw today and walked in the opposite direction of. she doesn’t deserve this art. i am tired of handing it to her.

i want to write a poem about how much i love my generation but i realize the wrong people will hear it for the people i love are the ones who don’t even know my name

it’s been three months since i’ve seen my sister and i never realized how much it took out of me until i was lying in bed at 5:00 tonight and wishing she was here

i smelled smoke when i walked upstairs thirty minutes ago and there was no panic. i don’t know what i felt. there’s no energy left for fear. maybe that’s good for me.

i’m trying i swear. i just lose sight of where i’m going because i am so afraid of where i am. someone teach me to be fearless.

i sat down to write and couldn’t. all i did was complain. who am i becoming where is the girl i knew why has she left me i need her i need her i need her

please talk to me. tell me about your day. rant to me. i want to hear it. you’re the best person in my life. please.

i’m tired. but i will likely stare at my computer screen all night and pray that sleep will find a girl who isn’t looking for it.