i don’t want
to keep writing these,
especially not to you,
but it’s kind of
an easy way
to let my feelings out.
hope that’s okay.

you don’t gotta read them,
of course,
i don’t even know if you do.
doesn’t really change much
i don’t think.
unless you think it does.

i’m real nervous for my
ap u.s. exam tomorrow.
but then afterwards
the jazz band field trip
to rehoboth
will be real fun.
if i’m not sad the whole time.

i’ve got more pain in my neck.
i don’t know why,
i don’t feel sick anymore.
it kind of makes everything
feel so much harder
than it already is.

i had to get blood drawn today.
it took me back to last year
when i got blood drawn
and i passed out.
but you were there to comfort me.
this time, i didn’t pass out,
even though i was really close.
and you weren’t there.

i hate it when
i’m playing my music,
my dex solos or something,
and then the music has to stop.
because it all does eventually.
i hate that.