Dear whoever the f*ck is still listening, I have been gone because I don’t feel adequate. Every word I have written down since the beginning of summer has felt like a betrayal to writing. It has felt wrong. It has felt choppy. There was always something wrong with it. For some reason I have found myself at a loss for words- i’ve never felt this … Continue reading Absent

I don’t really know what this is.

i don’t really know what’s going on… there’s this jumbled mess in my head i think they’re my thoughts. but something’s wrong something’s wrong there’s an old pain in my stomach it feels too familiar too familiar i thought maybe i was moving on, from all of this. but maybe i guess it’s all still here. the confusion and anger and late late hours of … Continue reading I don’t really know what this is.