Gae

Uhhhh.......
          
          Where is your book on poems???
          I really wanna read it

I’m now taking applications for someone to fucking shoot me in the head more details if interested 

Me @ my brain: I WENT OUTSIDE AND GOT THE SUNSHINE AND ATE THE GREEN THINGS AND DRANK THE SPLASHY WA-WA AND I SPENT TIME IN NATURE AND SMELLED THE FLOWERS AND I DREW AND I WROTE AND I JOURNALED MY FEELIES NOW MAKE THE HAPPY CHEMICAL STUFF GODDAMNIT 
          my brain: sorry I don’t work in that department anymore 

I JUST GOT 2K READS ON MY POETRY OMG IM SO HAPPY AND IM FOREVER THANKFUL FOR YOUR NICE COMMENTS AND SUPPORT AND I HOPE YOU ALL WILL CONTINUE TO ENJOY MY WRITING 

I’ve always thought about having a rant book because I like the idea of this being my own little space where I can vent if I need to without bothering my friends but I always end up deleting them cause I’m always like why tf did I say that no one cares

My poetry just reached 1k reads WHAT?!?

I feel like scraping all my progress with early sunsets over monroeville and turning it into a new plot entirely :/

I’ve neglected all my current stories and other developing stories that are in the process of being published because I’ve been focusing on my poetry more BUT NOW OUT OF NOWHERE IM SO IN THE MOOD TO WRITE STORIES AGAIN I DONT KNOW WHERE TO START OR WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF AHHHH

Thanks for the follow! :)

Polaroids (a follow up that wasn’t good enough to make it in the book but I always wanted to post it)
          
          To the so called love 
          If you could even call 
          what we both felt for each other love
          The fake and lies we both held onto
          For reasons neither of us are sure why
          The day I left you
          I scribbled all over those Polaroids 
          And sticky notes
          I cut them up and threw them away
          I was so happy to be rid of you
          You are undeserving 
          To be forever captured in time
          By the lens of my camera 
          
          To the other one
          A backstabber 
          I threw the ones of you away
          And whited you out in some
          Between your two faces
          I liked the one that lied to me better
          
          To the Polaroids of old memories 
          From happy times
          I won’t even mention 
          Because they’re useless now
          they don’t even exist anymore