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"Why do we fall? So we can learn to pick ourselves up." -Alfred Pennywoth, Batman. Truth is, I'm a geek. A nerd, a dork, a weirdo. And I love it. All that spare exuberance has to go someplace, right? Well, here we are. Writing. Something I could do everyday for the rest of my life.

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I Am Afraid of Driving

A Painter'S Red This is a poem I wrote for English class, and I sincerely am very proud of it. It sums up why driving is terrifying to me, and so much more I'd rather you discover than me have to explain. [more]
  • I Do Not Want You To Kill Yourself

    Because Killing Yourself Is A Bad Idea I have a list.A list of eight people that were so done with life that all they wanted was to die. They came to me.Eight people, who, for some reason, were stupid enough to thin… [more]
  • I Flirt Without Knowing It

    Because We Text Every Night My rosy freckled cheeks dimple as I smile, did you know that? I smile every time my phone makes that little ding noise, and I read the words you wrote. We're flirting, but we're not trying to. Well, I… [more]
  • I Love Batman

    Because There Are Everyday Superheroes. Try as I might, I can't think of very many superheroes who truly don't have superpowers. We have gamma rays, alien lifeforms, iron suits and radioactive spiders. But there are next to none that I can … [more]
  • I Love My Best Friend

    Because I Need My Best Friends. You laugh with them. You cry with them. You sing silly songs, draw silly pictures, and giggle at silly boys. These girls? Your army against sorrow and despair. These guys? Your personal SWAT team agai… [more]
  • Other Confessions

    I'M NOT AFRAID ANYMORE.
    I'm ready. I'm ready to jump. To sing. To cry. To live. To be caught. To fall. To laugh. To flirt. To be me. Because I'm not afraid anymore. Bring it on.… [more]
  • Other Confessions

    I Falter, Too.
    I hate how people think I'm confident. How they look at me and think, "She's strong, she won't falter." It makes me live a life of firm chins and dry eyes. What if I'm the one who's falling apart? Sure, I love myself. But I have those bad days. But because of this pedestal I've been placed on, I'm not allowed to hate myself. Not allowed to grieve, to envy. What if I want to be the broken one? Why do you get to cry?… [more]