Tag: Journal

Small-Town Boy Volume 1

Small-town boy in a big arcadeI got addicted to a losing gameAll of the love, once full, has frayedThe Cupid must have really bad aim *I know this is short, it is part of a bigger story. I will post volumes of my Small-Town Boy series about once a week along with my weekly post.…

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One Person Battle

Everyone talks, but they never do.“I’ll help you” but you don’t.“I’ll do it” but I do.“I’m here for you” but you’re not. We are alone in this war we call life.No one can help us move forward but ourselves.We all say we will help,But our battles aren’t fought with armies. It’s a one person battle…

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im a scared puppet.

Have you ever sat back, and looked at how successful everyone around you is? Everyone is going for something, but here you are letting everything else guide you. Your anxiety and everyone else’s needs consume you. You push all of your needs aside because someone needs something. Or maybe your mom doesn’t feel like taking…

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F*CK ANXIETY

As he walks up to me, anxiety, my closest friend, says hi. Hands shake. Voice Breaks, Heart skips. Tears drip. I want to talk to him, but I can’t. Anxiety wants my attention. I really wish I could get his name, but I am distracted. I can’t do anything I want to do. I can…

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alone.

I’ve never felt so alone in my life. My best friend hates me. The only person that I really connect to is on the other side of the country. I like a guy, but we aren’t gonna get into that mess. All you gotta know is that IS NOT happening. Anyway, I’ve felt lonely for…

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Roommate (Sincerely Scary)

As I begin to fall asleep, I feel your fingers on my feet. I’ll admit that it tickles, but I try hiding it. Your fingers move up to my legs. I start to feel uncomfortable, but I am used to it by now. I then feel your warm breath against my ear. I try to…

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little paragraphs my doodz

I like to say I am happy, but I’m not. Life breaks me down like my body breaks down carbohydrates. Every day, a new problem pops up like a pimple. It’s a never ending cycle of disappointment, but sometimes, the cycle breaks. I smile and the happiest soundtrack ever begins to play. The birds chirp…

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