memories crumble like dried flower leaves.
The bottom of a toilet bowl is a hell of a place to fall in love.
How it feels to grow up before you are ready. Feelings of a girl who is leaving for college but doesn't think she's ready. *fiction*
You can tell how depressed I am by how many things are in my bed.
coming to terms with my obsession with my bedroom and moving out.
I hate sitting in class and thinking that I'm wasting my time but that's what happened.
Just a short poetry about a teenager's silly instant dreams because of their naughty unstable hormones.
Was actually inspired by a TV serial. xD
Ahh the future. The word alone makes my heart race. But in some aspects I am optimistic.
I am but a bird, trying to flap its wings, Transfixed, complacent, never trying new things,
you ever do things you know you shouldn't
Just a little poem about speaking up and about keeping things for yourself.
Does the blinding idealism of youth makes us want a life worth living ? A life worth fighting for ?
The bottom of a toilet bowl is a hell of a place to fall in love.
How it feels to grow up before you are ready. Feelings of a girl who is leaving for college but doesn't think she's ready. *fiction*
You can tell how depressed I am by how many things are in my bed.
coming to terms with my obsession with my bedroom and moving out.
I hate sitting in class and thinking that I'm wasting my time but that's what happened.
Just a short poetry about a teenager's silly instant dreams because of their naughty unstable hormones.
Was actually inspired by a TV serial. xD
Ahh the future. The word alone makes my heart race. But in some aspects I am optimistic.
I am but a bird, trying to flap its wings, Transfixed, complacent, never trying new things,
you ever do things you know you shouldn't
Just a little poem about speaking up and about keeping things for yourself.
Does the blinding idealism of youth makes us want a life worth living ? A life worth fighting for ?