I thought I was a grenade. {a.}

space. {a.}

Finding You: Part One {a.}

A poem I wrote quite a bit ago. {a.}

A sort of rant. {a.}

i don't know. {a.}

I have never hated anyone before. Except for one person. {a.}

Something I needed to get out. {a.}

Respect isn't a matter of who you are. {a.}

A part 2 to my last post. I guess you could say I always get the worst luck. {a.}

A background letter on the last post, pt. 1 {a.}

I don't know. I got angry. {c.}

Pretty is a six-letter word that can't begin to describe a person. {a.}

Some lessons to learn. {a.}

A look into what it feels like to have mental breakdowns. {a.}

Something I wrote a while ago. The truth is I couldn't protect the love I had. {a.}

Is it really love if it hurts you? {a.}

therapist can sometimes be better company than they seem. {a.}

A look into why spacing out into nothingness is so appealing. {a.}