a collection of free verse poems i wrote while feeling like trash :] worry where is it where is it where is itrasfjjdhj oh here it is i'm so dumb dysphoria i'm not me. i'm someone else. the person in the mirror isn't me. that can't be me. i don't look like that. do i? haircut it's like seeing me in the mirror for the first time. fidget toys the absolute best. mine go clickclickclickclickclick when i'm folding them together and it's so much better than playing with my hands or playing with elastics. or not playing with anything, which is weird. new sketchbook christmas gift. no, christmas miracle. so many clean empty blank pages. i will draw on them all. but only the really really good ones i will show to my friends. and the best of the best i will show my family. school horrible. terrible. i got good grades and i have to keep them good grades. can't be late for class. don't forget anything. calling me by the wrong name, the wrong words. horrible. terrible. i never want to go again. friends amazing. so kind. nothing but praise. absolutely wonderful. well, one does like sneaking up on me, and one talks a lot. and the other one can be stubborn. but i have flaws too. we all do. writer's block i want to write i want to write i have great ideas i know what i'm doing but i don't write. this is dumb. euphoria thank you if you have ever called me by the right name and used the right words for me. it gives me the absolute greatest feeling. like it won't be this way forever. like i won't be crying in my bedroom forever. like i'm going to be okay.
