An anthem for those who self harm.
The gravity of the unimportant situation.
I hate it when people see my scars. I can feel their judgement.
What does reality feel like? A short story based on a prompt from @skye!
Please don't judge me for the scars on my legs. Don't look at me like the guy at the store did.
There once was a girl whose enemy was a mirror. (Story inspired by today's prompt: judgement and about bullying and beauty.)
How often do we see the truth of one another? Is beauty really only skin deep? This is an odd little story about just that.
In which a girl had a conversation with Death himself.
A really short poem about judgement, rumors, and gossip.
A note to an absent judgmental mother who wasn't there when needed most
At what point did I go from being high, To staving off the low.
Playing tennis with my boyfriend
The story behind the person that asks you for change
A dream about a trial and judgement.
A short poem I wrote about popularity hierarchy based on race.
how can a sunflower love the rain?
At the edge of the cliff, Martin doesn't know if he wants to jump, or simply stay.