Fun For FOOLS

God Bless America, but smite me, for living is a sin. For now, I’m just a first world problem.

It’s comforting to know that people worry about you. Don’t leave them worrying.

Five poems that reveal why my social circle has shrunk and become stagnant in growth.

Midnight tidings, not tollings/ even when I’m tired, my brain keeps holding/ awake, afraid to sleep/ if I do, do I get my soul to keep?/or am I lost to the void/ like a dream lost to Styx?

Fuvking up my life, it’s an ugly timeline, but it’s all I have that’s mine.

"I’m fucking up my life and I know it..." -morning light, thebreathingbackwards

I entered a fake relationship a while ago for kicks. I wanted to see how manipulative I could be. But I forgot that love always plays me.

I have February Fever. How bout you? Also, the story about the girl I screwed over... she returned the favor, and like all great artists before me I’m going to send it back in my medium.

I’m suddenly a self-help guru. As growing humans, we have problems; let’s address them.

I’ve been gone awhile (again), but while I’ve been gone I’ve written poems documenting what’s been going on lately. My headspace has kinda been in a black hole. Thankfully, I’m back where I’m supposed to be: lost in orbit. But, hey, I got some crazy stories to share. Keep ya posted

The episode isn’t as sad as it seems...

We aren’t gonna talk about the Ice Cream.

There is something wrong with you if you think a pencil on a desk is creative. Make an argument, I’ll hear you out.

Sup, and mornin’, I am sick and I’m not over it.

It’s short, I promise. I know we’re all tired of hearing about ReCreation.

These are the ones I couldn’t upload, because my computer died. RIP.

Nearly started crying in class when the teacher brought it up. I was hardly one when it happened, but I was American. I AM American, and a proud patriot. I am proid of what we can do. America is great, because of the people within it. Greatness is an ACT. Never forget. A moment of silence.

I shouldn't be up this late. These are just some notes I had laying around. I thought I would "ASMR" them to you.

1st one in a while... less weird, but you’ll manage.

This is all random

RIP my computer... and toss it in a fire.

It's more than all I have...

This isn't the most depressing thing I've published. That being said, it's not the most upbeat either.

I don’t even remember what this is about; I recorded it so long ago.

My existence is becoming unraveled, but when you're used to a tangled mess, straight lines often make you fussy.

ACT II, stage left, let's get it right. I’ve been gone awhile, but I’m back (at least pretend to be happy).

It's my fault. I should have been stronger. But the shame I continue to carry makes me weak-- it makes US weak. We need to let go. To look what's chained us in the eye and tell it we're better. I am not my past.

There are SOOO many cool people here.

The morning was good... WAS***

I get stuck in a tree with a fake milkshake

I'm late, but ask me if i care. Now refer to the title for an answer.

Morning, FOOLS

Counseling, the past, and what I am now.

I didn't eat breakfast, I'm wearing shoes that don't match, and I may have failed the SAT... Am I relateable or what??

Past, future, present. Imma keep doing me the best I can, even when I remember how much life suck(-s)(-ed)(is sucking)

We talk about trans- and homo- phobia; beware. Send me some research on those phobias, pls!!

I didnt know what else to say, honestly

Coleslaw=bummy-mood

I have a headache again :(

The text wars have begun... No one leaves me on a lù... NO ONE

Good Morning

It became midnight, and the episode reset, so, here.

I'm up a little too late.

I'm sorry. I tried. I'm sorry I wasn't enough. I'm sorry I let you down. I'm sorry I'm pathetic, I'm vain, I'm worthless, I think too much, I'm sorry I keep screwing up and my life is a trainwreck still struggling along the tracks. I'm so f#@%ing sorry that this is who I am! Who I became... If I've disappointed you, I'm so *sorry.*... I'm sorry.

I didn't have anything to talk about really. I know I'm not correlated or relateable at all, but I wanna be. So if you want something, then tell me.

I woke up at like 6:20am. Like what??

Music is great-- freaking amazing even. But some songs are just straight up C R E A M

Morning, peoples

I talk about random ish. As usual.

Morning. I am an oxymoron who used to wait on imaginary prince charmings... NO MORE!