About 2 weeks ago my mom drops me off and as I’m walking towards my front gate she rolls down the window, screams, “Peace out,” and then skee-skirts away. WTF?
Me and my mom are getting ready to go out for lunch and I’m wearing her Chicago Bulls sweater I borrowed the night before. She throws me a plain grey sweater and goes, “Wear this instead.” I ask why? She replies, “You might get jumped.” WTF?
Don't tell me not to feel lonely. You don't know what lonely is. I've spent many moons dancing by myself, and solo sunsets staring into my own eyes. Yet, I'm still here scratching and clawing and flou
Love is never enough. Remember when they lied and told us it was? They even made songs about it. But what if we do have more than love? What if we have sweet and sour watermelon kisses in the grass un
It's my Friday morning ritual. This routine is healthy. It's peaceful, it's comforting. I unroll my mat by the door, because it gets hot. But mostly, I don't trust people. I put my phone on DND, and p