While I’m scrolling on wizz, I see this cute guy and we talk and after a while we become friends blah blah blah. Turns out he lives in my neighborhood so we agree to meet up. We see each other in person and everything hits different. We hang out everyday for a year or two. And the feelings continue getting stronger. So one day he asks me to be his girl and I agree. We date and our relationship is ...

Unloved conditions

Without compositions

A curtain is more than a curtain

Old and wrinkly

Stained and sagging

Without a purpose it gives way

Giving up on the night and day

A curtain is more than a curtain

Death strikes its textile

It falls

It sighs it’s last breath

A curtain is more than a curtain...

When I look in the mirror I want to see a beautiful girl. But instead my eyes see fat and ugly. My brain doesn’t stand up for me though I know it wants to. Instead, I only know how bad I am. Sometimes I think that I’m just a pick me girl doing it for attention. I don’t tell engine how I see myself though. It’s like I’m a pick me girl only in my mind. Which is an overthinking mess....