A friend asked me how to be a writer. I wanted to say, lock yourself in a room, scream until you have a poem and no voice. Open your veins and bleed until you know that your bones are pure words and sorrow. Act as if you slit your own throat and all you can bleed are your own regrets and all of the darkness you boxed up for inspiration. Write your mom a letter, tell her you're leaving and you won't be back for awhile Because being a writer is traveling through all seven layers of **** and denying anything is wrong. Forget loving yourself when all you have is a pen and paper fused to your wrist and Jesus is tapping at your skull saying turn back now. Warn the neighbors that if they smell burning It's just your soul clawing at the front door trying to get in. Learn how to be alone. Learn how to lose everything you have in order to feel release, learn how to only feel deceased from now on. A friend asked me how to be a writer. All I said was don't
"You want to major in English" "Yes" "Do you like writing" I just laugh at them and think back, when I got in trouble for writing, got out of trouble for writing, escaped by writing, and how I fallen in love with it. "Yeah I do" It is the only thing I can always do, and it never fails to make me feel better.
He loves her He loves her not Maybe she likes him Maybe she doesn’t Her friends keep telling her things Now, she just doesn’t know…
Sitting here with a blank page The last time gave her nothing to say The bus passes by It blows her away How easy things can be How this isn’t! How people think she’s obsessed People take things too seriously They get to her How she can’t control it all She just wants to let go… Look who’s being serious now?
The dictionary says A crush is a brief but intense infatuation for someone Nothing but a compliment I think they are just projecting insecurities onto you Meanwhile Afraid to call him out Because she still just wants to get to know him But nothing is set and stone girl!
She told him, “I’m just goanna keep asking...” Once aggressive Now she’s being softer Trying a different approach If men like to be the chasers This boy ain’t doing ****
Girl, I think you should just do you Follow your heart Do things your own way Take things into your own hands No more opinions You were doing fine Until you bring in friends Don’t let them shape your decisions You like him; I think he likes you too If you want answers Go out and get them Noting good came easy!
I'm burdened with stress, The plans that parents press, and over grades, they obsess, all to get to success, my screams I must suppress, Have no choice but try to impress, but I must confess, all this lead to no progress, my life is such a mess
*** AP exams are coming up and I have to get ready for de and also wanna take like three online classes and I also have to get me permit ahhhHHHH someONE HELP
Valentines day. It's just around the corner. A day for lovers, to announce to the world. While all alone I sit. On my bedroom for. Watching reruns of Supernatural, Sherlock, and Dr. Who. But will I be sad that nobody is there for me? Why would I be? Will I be upset, that I don't get chocolate or teddy bears? Why would I be. I dont need a guy to give me candy, or stuffed animals. Its all fake anyway. So, no. I wont be upset, I'll be as happy as ever, if not happier. Because I can have guys as friends, without feeling guily, I can eat what I want, when I want, and not feel like I'm disappointing anyone