Fast forward to the group home. My mom found me a group home to go to to get straight. It was up in the back end of some fields in the valley city just east of us. They had a house at the top of the hill that was the girls house. The house just down …
It's been a minute since I've wrote. Here's my current status in a weak poem.
Soft rant/poem/words about some of my current feelings.
Just another depressive writing by me while in a dark time.
Rant Number: i wish i was a cat
A poem I wrote a while ago.
Though it pains me to admit due to my insecurities and high doubts of myself, I am a very smart and street savvy person. I always knew when I really shouldn't be around someone hanging out in our group. When they just didn't feel right. I always knew when I shouldn't be in a certain …
Rant Number: im a feminist
Looking back.. do people get black out high? Is that even possible? Maybe when you mix alcohol and weed? Who even knows. Awe, to be a freshman. Fearless, invincible, no limits. That is exactly how I lived at the age of 15. Fast forward through meeting my new best friend Miranda who had just moved …
Rant Number: im going to ram my car into yours just for the hell of it