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you guys give me a Daily Deviation??? I love you all so so much. I mean, seriously, seriously thank you. Every single one of you is amazing and perfect and just wow okay I'm still wow'ing.
And it's more than just a DD, you know, like, I'm super touched and flattered and all these other adjectives on the response "welcome to the real world" got. I loved reading your comments about how you perceive the real world and what you were afraid of when you were graduating college/high school.
Which is another thing. I can't even begin to describe how amazing comments like, 'I just graduated high school and I think I needed to read this' or 'Just finished college, this helped me so much'. Good. Thank god, because that's what I wanted that poem to do to you. I wanted people to read it and feel, well, maybe not helped, but at least not so alone. My oldest sister graduates college in June, and today is my other sister's high school graduation and today was the last exam of my sophomore year of high school, so we're all another step into having no idea what we're going to do later and I know it scares me and it probably scares them, too.
So I'm just really glad that people read this poem and liked it, or even if they read it and hated it, or read it and messaged me all the ways that I'm an ignorant, privileged sixteen year old. This is true. But like I said earlier, I wrote "welcome to the real world" so people could read it and feel like they're aren't the only ones facing these problems. Cause sure, from what I've seen the Real World sucks and it's awful and yeah, there's little bits of 'this is great' but it's mostly twenty-somethings wishing they were preteens again. And it would doubtlessly be better if no one thought they were the only ones going through the same adjustments.
I got off all track--I just really wanted to say that after the week of exams I've had and Ending Of The Year blues, this was amazing. Thank you so much. I'm still smiling.
And it's more than just a DD, you know, like, I'm super touched and flattered and all these other adjectives on the response "welcome to the real world" got. I loved reading your comments about how you perceive the real world and what you were afraid of when you were graduating college/high school.
Which is another thing. I can't even begin to describe how amazing comments like, 'I just graduated high school and I think I needed to read this' or 'Just finished college, this helped me so much'. Good. Thank god, because that's what I wanted that poem to do to you. I wanted people to read it and feel, well, maybe not helped, but at least not so alone. My oldest sister graduates college in June, and today is my other sister's high school graduation and today was the last exam of my sophomore year of high school, so we're all another step into having no idea what we're going to do later and I know it scares me and it probably scares them, too.
So I'm just really glad that people read this poem and liked it, or even if they read it and hated it, or read it and messaged me all the ways that I'm an ignorant, privileged sixteen year old. This is true. But like I said earlier, I wrote "welcome to the real world" so people could read it and feel like they're aren't the only ones facing these problems. Cause sure, from what I've seen the Real World sucks and it's awful and yeah, there's little bits of 'this is great' but it's mostly twenty-somethings wishing they were preteens again. And it would doubtlessly be better if no one thought they were the only ones going through the same adjustments.
I got off all track--I just really wanted to say that after the week of exams I've had and Ending Of The Year blues, this was amazing. Thank you so much. I'm still smiling.
phasing out but also not goodbye idk read the post
good evening guys!!
So I recently took down two of my most recent posts (I screenshotted every comment though, don't worry, I keep those always and forever) because I've started seriously looking into publishing. If I'm being honest, I have no idea where to start or what to do, but I think it's about time I learn how. Part of this is trying to find a wide and new audience for my writing. My friend months ago suggested trying to use instagram as a way to get more people interested and at first I laughed the idea off, but today I ended up going for it and creating an Instagram account for poems and poem pieces. I'm not sure how well this will
exam time soon
well, more like this week. and like, i'm scraping the bottom of the barrel on songs to listen to for exam studying and just for driving and things!!! please please please give me a couple of your favorite songs i really wanna talk music with someone!!! i'm like getting desperate now. support your local poet pls!!! i'll even like clap back with one of my fave songs or something :< pls thanks i love you so much
i guess i've hit a downfall
when people say that teenagers don't make good choices, i guess they're kind of right. But in a way, i guess they're also saying that they didn't make good choices as a teenager and because they don't want to be alone or they don't want to think that they're alone, they'll say all teenagers make bad choices.
look. what i'm trying to say is that i was a little kid and now i'm a teenager and i'll probably grow up to say things like, "teenagers have no idea what they want to do with their lives" or "teenagers make terrible decisions".
i guess in general, i'm saying that i make some bad decisions and bad choices and sometimes i regret them inst
Thank Your Lucky Stars
I found a four-leaf clover today. Okay, well, I didn't find it. Not really. See, my friend and I were walking around after lunch and we were by this gigantic floor map of the old school campus that tragically burned down in, like, 1978 or something. My friends and I call it the Grave because a. we like giving weird nicknames to places on campus and b. it looks like a grave. Like the administration put stone benches around the map and there's even these two metal statues of students on top of this stone pedestal, like those really fancy grave markers that have angels on them. And inscribed in the stone pedestal is a little poem about striving
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celebration! congratulations!