a wonderful birthday celebration.
my brother is screaming and doing the exact opposite of what my stepmom is telling him,
per usual,
and the parents are fighting,
per usual,
and i brought pants that dont fucking fit me.
per usual.
and i got a shit haircut that i dont even like.
but you know what?
i got donuts.
and im gonna see you again someday.
and im 16.
so i got that going for me.
this year is gonna be good,
regardless of one shitty day,
or one shitty haircut.
this year is gonna be good.
i can just feel it.
YOU ARE READING
idk if i can call this poetry
Poetrybook 2 this started out as just writing down my thoughts. poems, quotes and other random stuff. thats what this was supposed to be. instead, it had become a diary. a journal, almost. this is long lost lovers. this is heartbreak. this is one s...
