Calming is the presence of another, but insecure I stand alone

Okay, I get it. I'm done.

That awkward morning when you walk into school and all your friends look at you because you're showing a lot of skin

You know you've had a stress filled day when your head is pounding so hard you're sure everyone can hear it, too.

How the hell do I write a poem about her? Massive writers block.

Ha! I finished it! Finally over the writer's block :)

I know it's gonna be an interesting day because I immediately started listening to In This Moment... Scary and beautiful wrapped in one.

The madness... It never ends.

Falsely accusing my heart for the terrors lying in the cobwebs of my soul.

I tell people I always wanted to go to a masquerade yet the prom tonight has that theme. Maybe I'm just scared...