i see people who have never lived their truth envy the youth draw a line to divide those who have lived longer but still wander they are not fine or wise they have just grown tired                                      …

too often i find myself in places where i am not truly wanted i remain silent heart sinking keeping truth bottled up but space to hide is limited ideas far too wide to keep inside so i seek solitude locking myself away i am ironically free   there was once a time where i did not…

Be The Mean Girl

As a little girl, I thought it was important to be the mean girl, that everyone loved yet hated. Do not let anyone fuck with you; have others follow you. The thing is, I was the shy girl and I fell in line with all the other followers. Lucky for me, I befriended the mean…