The lights were blinding, the sirens were wailing, my heart was racing. This is the third time this week the body police have pulled me over. This is the second ticket they’ve written me. With fines, I must pay in extra hours at the gym or skipped meals. And the words keep playing over and… Continue reading Body Police
An adventure dealing with flat tires, broken car jacks, and amazing mothers.
A small rant about how not all people are good. And how I cope with that.
Have you ever walked into a room, that you’re regularly in and something feels just a bit… off? Like everything in the room moved two inches to the left, it looks the same, yet you manage to bump into every piece of furniture. Going “home” to visit my family just recently felt like this. Perhaps,… Continue reading House Not Home?
Eighteen is a difficult age to be. You’re young enough that no one really listens because “Oh no honey, you’re far too young to be worried about that”, yet you’re also old enough to know that realistically, if you, and people your age don’t worry, who will? You’re old enough to check into a hotel,… Continue reading I’m a Fischer Price Adult
“Nobody said it was easy No one ever said it would be this hard” -Coldplay I am regularly shocked about the things that I have difficulty doing in day to day life. Not because my daily life is so hard, just because the things I have a hard time doing change so frequently and… Continue reading What is this feeling?
This poem is for a dear friend of mine who commited suicided. If you are depressed or suicidal, please get help, you can call the suicde prevention hotline at 1-800-273-8255. Tell me friend, did you lose all hope? Is that why your bloody hand reached for the rope? Was there anything… Continue reading To Marco