If you can't fix it, try not to make it worse.

Me in my first year and they are already making me read their prescriptions. Idk shit yet. When I tell them that I don't know they seem disappointed and I be feeling like shit too.

My nervous ass starts yapping once its nervous mtsmmmm

We are gonna have one around 6pm beka

Yap with us estiiiii

Am flying.

I made the unsorted talk on a VC. I'm pretty proud, and you can tell I've been holding that in the whole time.

I have to eat now.

Now you all know whyyy.

I'm growing, I'm actually growing.

Me after hugging some people.*

You no longer receive
my handwritten letters,
with their scrappy handwriting,
a tiny heart, and a ghost
drawn in the corner.
No more do you
read my playful words,
full of love and passion.

I have grown,
and my words have
grown with me.
I have outgrown life,
all that once
each that brought joy
especially you,
who now lingers only
in the margins of my past.

Writing is essentially becoming free. It all begins with a word.