drowning

juniper harvey was lost. and although she was too afraid to admit it, she didn't want to be found either. the way she saw it, she had become comfortable in her lifestyle. at least, as comfortable as you can be drowning in a void of painful flashbacks, anxiety attacks, and all around disdain for your own life. if it's...

i am not real , but you were

a collection of thoughts i refused to let slip away with the wind

dear ryan

a collection of letters, poems, and rants, to the boy I love, the boy who broke my heart