Another bad day.
Hella stressed and hating myself.
Time to try and like myself again.
Let's try five things this time.
I can shred on bass. I taught Lily how to play and now we play together when we can.
I reinvented myself.
Changed my name,
Changed my style,
Music taste,
Everything I could to get away from who I was.
I still hate myself, but not as much.
I can sew and stuff. Look at me being a housewife. I made a back patch for my denim jacket where I embroidered the head of my bass. It was rad.
I write more now. I just don't always publish it because I'm not satisfied with it or I don't want to trigger anyone close to me who reads these. I'm trying to do something with my creativity.
Im getting more outgoing in theatre class. Today, we did improv, and I went back and fourth with the teacher as an angry New Yorker who was trying to order a Subway sandwich (which was seven olives on white bread).
There. Five.
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Sam Glaspy's Poetry
PoetrySam Glaspy's sad and gay poetry about her stupid dumb life. Welcome to hell, loves! WE DID IT Y'ALL- #5 IN SYNESTHESIA AFTER ONLY TEN VOTES THAT REALLY TELLS YOU HOW LITTLE PEOPLE WRITE ABOUT IT BUT IM STILL PROUD OF US!
