no more pictures

no more hurts

mines more of a 

something is infected

my hair is at an awkward stage of growth

just south of masculine, north of feminine

face is breaking out, large red bump on the left side

only eating vegetables

alone in the dining hall

mom yelling at me, in her car, over the phone

wearing mismatched socks

eyes are bloodshot

sad you’re gone because i’ve lost my best friend

glad you’re gone because i can finally see

“And hes like were talking about bussiness here.not ur world in the cuckoon of narnia with ur pot smoking eco loving tree hugger freinds…lol.i only laughed bcuz he said narnia. I was like i would love to live there”

i love my sister.

how should i feel when your poems

are not about me anymore

perhaps

i should not give them two thoughts

over one

because someday

my poems

will be about someone else

too

i went to bed in my day clothes last night, i woke up and wore them to my first class

i’m sick of things right now

i’m sick of people who don’t understand, which unfortunately for my melodramatic teenage soul, is everyone.

i’m tired of being patronized 

i think i’ve developed some sort of infection. very sleepy, strange pressure.

i called student health services, talked to a woman, who transferred me to a nurse, who didn’t answer

so much for that shit

my phone is slowly dying, and my charger is missing in action

alex sent me some sort of “greater than thou” text and it made me want to punch him

i have design class at one. i don’t think i finished enough of my project this weekend. i hope it doesn’t matter.

i hope this infection doesn’t get any worse.