day 11 ~ her and i--we are the same, yet so disconnected.
day 10 ~ i used to love melons; they now leave a bad taste in my mouth.
day 9 ~ i am an unpicked flower, but i'm still complete.
day 4 - me, your daughter. i have some things to tell you.
day 8 ~ after a long year, i made it to sixteen today... somehow.
the prologue to a collection of poems about melancholi: that sinking feeling that's waged in me for over a year now. day 1 comes tomorrow.
day 5 ~ the constant fear and guilt that i'm not doing enough right now for my future is debilitating.
day 6 ~ (n.) an exaggeratedly shy person; me.
day 1 - the current black bird in my family is me. my fall is so elegant, people forget i'm still in pain.
day 12 ~ younger me, i'll mend our hearts one day.
tw // one instance of profanity. day 7 ~ an ode to my voice, the thing i hate the most about myself.