i wanna write a poem or something. i wrote one that i liked while i was at nysssa.
and i wrote another one when i got home.
i only like them because of their titles hahah.
ripping to resolution and inside out.
and my last blogpost was kinda an effed up poem.
i could just call it bad day.
woooow reading my journal is depressing me.
i love it though.
the whole thing is poems to me.
there is too much i dont understand.
no,
the problem
is that i know about it
but i dont understand yet.
cuz then its just like awful shock
until...
i dont know what until
i havent figured that out yet.
when you dont know anything
you are happy.
being strong scares me.
i feel like
being strong is not growing
its cementing
serious
its hard and bitter.
i would rather be weak and happy
than strong and stone.
buuuut its called growing up.
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