"everything is a teaching moment"
but what if I never learn from my mistakes?
what if I never stop hoping and dreaming only to be left broken and disappointed?
I'm 15, in a few years I'll be in college, and yet I'm still a stupid idealistic kid.
a core memory of mine is at a softball game where it was clear we were going to lose.
they were way ahead, and the game would end before we could score enough to win.
knowing that though, I still hoped and thought maybe somehow we could do it.
we lost
and I cried.
my mom once was getting me icecream and it was really going to be the only good thing abt the day hell, week
she got home with a kind I didn't like because she forgot what I had wanted, and I burst into tears.
do you know how painful it is to just know something you hope for relentlessly is going to go bad, and then it does?
you're doing all you can to fix it and make it okay, but despite your efforts somehow always you get the worst possible outcome.
fucking bullshit
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poems for the dead
Poetrywritings I suppose- mostly a vent, but only ghosts even listen so idk- also sry fer bein so angsty im just constantly sad for invalid reasons general trigger warning for the whole thing bc I forget in some chapters,, most of these are sad and may or...
