I picked up rolled and folded notes from my jar one after another daily, during my happy and sad moments. And would like to share with you what was written in it.

"my suicide letter will be only a picture of you and your new girlfriend, because that's enough to make me want to die." (don't read this i wrote it in the 7th grade pls let it die!!) (I LITERALLY WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS 13 PLEASE DONT READ IT I ONLY KEEP IT AS A REMINDER OF HOW OBNOXIOUS I WAS)

"just hold me," and he does.

A girl. A train. A delay. [Cover made by rigor_samsa]

in which marcus and audrey exchange sweaters. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 2014. N. A.

It's an endless search for something that even the sharpest eyes cannot see. [Beautiful cover made by rigor_samsa.]

on hold due to lack of inspiration ::: She saw the ice cream truck pass through her neighborhood nearly every day in the summer. Every day, she got her favorite ice cream, mint chocolate chip. Her routine suddenly got changed when the ice cream truck stopped coming for a month. When it finally came back, it had a new driver, a teenage boy with beautiful arms. Not exactly what she expected, but as long as she got her daily ice cream fix, it was all good to her.

[sequel to teen helpline] ❝Hello, this is the Breakup Helpline, designed and manufactured to cater to your brokenhearted needs. How may I help you?❞ ❝My girlfriend...just cheated on me. With my best friend.❞ ❝Um..uh, hold on...oh, fuck! There's nothing on how to respond to that in these answer sheets!❞ ___________________________________________________________________ When happy-go-lucky Theo Hastings discovers his best friend has been fucking his girlfriend behind his back for the last six months, Theo's whole life has been careening on the rocks- until his cousin, Damien Carson, forces him to look for help on a helpline- a particular helpline call the 'Breakup Helpline' and there he meets sarcastic, cynical realist Serena Adams, who doesn't believe in love at all. And maybe, just maybe, Theo can change her mind. this is a tale about the hopeless romantic and the skeptical non-believer, the idealistic sentimentalist and the bitter soul, and how fate brings them together.

poetry by a person that's afraid of people. 12/23/15- #1 in poetry

it's 12 am and i'm wide awake --- just a short disclaimer from the author in 2021, please do note that this was written by a 15 year old.