Taylor Potter

Not me being active out of nowhere again, but only to add to my poetry book type thing. Not sure if I'll do anything with my other "stories".

Pls continue with pentagon FF ✊ I need it

I finally got a new computer! It feels so weird though, I'm so used to my school's Chromebook that I still feel the need to watch what I type.

Chapter 28 is up, sorry it took longer than expected. I ended up writing almost 1,500 words which is a lot if you're used to my short chapters.

I remember in middle school everyone, especially my friends, told me that my crush was an asshole and that he'd never like me back even though when we were alone, he was actually super nice.
          
          Well, they'd all be eating their words right now if I didn't cut them off. My middle school crush keeps flirting with me now and I get to have a nice conversation with him every day since he's my brother's best friend. 
          
          Jokes on everyone though, I'm not into him anymore. He is a good person to have around occasionally though.

Just a thought, but I want to make a little poetry collection about being human and everything it means to be alive. I've been thinking about it a lot, everything that makes us human and what we live for. People are so complex and I love it.

I really can't get enough of reading and writing I guess, even just consuming a story in another form of media is just so great. I spent at least an hour playing this pretty damn good otome game that has actually interesting characters and I anayzed every single one while also looking at the story through a different perspective every time. Then I started reading Eleanor and Park which I must say I'm pretty attached to already. Then I wrote some of my secret story, then I wrote some of Pentagon High (new chapter should be out tomorrow!). After that I read more and had to force myself to stop so I wouldn't be up all night reading. 
          
          I just love stories in all types of media, the characters, plot, descriptions, interactions, growth, it's all so pleasant. That's one reason why I love writing, I want to make my readers fall in love with reading for all the reasons I did. I want to give my readers something to think about and chew on, I want them to be thinking about what I wrote even when they're not actively reading it. 
          
          I'm just really happy.

"the thing about having 
          an alcoholic parent 
          is an alcoholic parent 
          does not exist
          
          simply 
          an alcoholic 
          who could not stay sober 
          long enough to raise their kids"
          - Rupi Kaur
          
          This poem says a thousand words in only twenty-eight. This poem says a thousand emotions without mentioning one. This poem resonates with thousands people. This poem is the one I want to show to my therapist. This poem summed up my frustrations.

These past few months have really opened my eyes. These realizations have restored a part of me that I thought I lost forever. These past four years I've been stuck in the shadows of other people, letting them tear away my identity and drain all my happiness. Those four years are over and I will no longer be stuck in that depression, it killed me. I lost so many things during that time, it all feels like a dark blur in my memory. All those precious memories are shadowed by the monster that ate away at me for years. I was just a shell of something incredible. I had forgotten how to be ambitious, energetic, motivated, and happy. I had actually planned on dying before I graduated. It was an escape plan to avoid what I knew was going to be a miserable future.
          
          But I've realized something.
          
          I don't have to stay like that.
          
          I know now that I can be incredible, I can be happy. I've worked hard these few months to improve not only myself, but my life. When I realized I was finally out of the depression that had slowly been killing me, I cried. I cried so hard in genuine happiness that I just wanted to scream to the world that I had finally beaten my demons, I had won the most difficult battle of my life. And I had done it almost entirely by myself too. Of course there's a select few people that helped me along the way, but they don't know it. I am my biggest hero, I am one of the strongest people I know. I love myself.
          
          Don't give up.
          
          

I told myself I wouldn't cry over Jinho getting enlisted, but when they had their last performance together and everyone started crying, I couldn't stop it. The way Hui's voice cracks and the genuine emotions on every one of their faces, you could see how close they all are. As a fan of them, it's easy to feel that connection with them too, you may not ever meet them but they still feel like your best friend. At least they've always felt like mine, they're the only reason I've been happy sometimes and to watch them slowly get smaller and smaller as a group and so many unfortunate events happen to them, it tears me apart. They haven't even gotten a win and they've lost 2 members and possibly even 3, they've made some of the most beautiful and well done songs I've ever heard, they have a stage presence that has brought me to tears, and they still haven't gotten what they deserve. They're all so strong and positive, that's what I admire most about them.