This week will be hell.
I'll be without you.
I'll be in the sun doing my classes.
And well..
Next time you see me
I'll be tan,
my hair color will have changed,
I'll be stress-free.
Summer changes me.
I'm excited for you to see who I really am-
Behind all the stress, depression, anxiety.
But for now, I lay in a camper at 3 am,
Staring at the ceiling,
Jumbled emotions, too afraid to fall asleep.
Stay with me, I promise it will get better.
This week will be hell..
But afterwards- We'll see.
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Everyday Thoughts. Collection of writings and poems.
RandomThis is a compilation of stories too short to be their own, and free verse poems. I write each part while inspired by my current emotion, or something that may have recently happened. So know that all of these come from my heart, or my over active i...
