and then the God-Please-Kill-Me-Right-Now hits.

just submitted a confessional poetry piece for my poetry class

(SPOILER ALERT:  Melodrama)  I am so nervous.  baring my soul to a class full of strangers…. ughhh I feel like puking.  It’s a decent poem though.


maybe I can just live as if I’m being reborn every moment.  no past, no regrets, just endless future.

I don’t think the quality of this is very good.  just look it up on spotify.

i’m a mess, happy or otherwise, depending on the day.