February 14, 2020
Stress is a rocky mountain and a freezing wave that leaves you shivering and in shards
The part I don't like about being in foster care is the high-stress situations
I don't like the fear of not knowing where I'll be next week
The stress makes me shake and talk too fast, and I have to purge my brain of all the fleeting terrible fears
I don't want to be here in this classroom where I feel so small and powerless
I hate it
I know I'm not going home now
I'm going to an RTC because of December and-
Who knows, maybe I won't go home for a while
Not even a foster home
I am floating
Falling
Lazily drifting
Aimless in a sea of clouds
Just air
And I see nothing
I can't feel myself anymore
Why do I have to be human?
I need to throw up
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18 Years of God Damn Bullshit: A Memoir
Non-FictionPoems and stories from my chaotic life because I love to trauma dump with sexy words. Be kind, and enjoy <3
