After months of freedom,
home is different.
A curfew?.
Why do I hear nagging in my ear?
I have to ask permission?
What happened to my room?
No privacy?
Why are you breathing down my neck?
Asking about my grades?
Ugh.
College me please.
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Unheard Words, Noisy Thoughts: College Memoirs from an Introvert
PoetryThe awkward. The introverted. The extroverted. Sex. Virginity. The good times. The bad times. No, it's not puberty. It's college. Memories and experiences of the paradox known as college and your twenties.
