everything but what it is.

poems, short stories, and other emotional bullshit.

my writing is shit because my mind is shit. you have been warned.

Excerpt:

"I am not content to have you recoil at my vulnerability like it's poisoning you.

To take my endearment for granted.

I love fiercely. I fight to keep my compassion ablaze. I allow it to spread like wildfire.

Sometimes I burn myself out on people who aren't flammable."

also, trigger warning: depression, anxiety, self harm, self hatred, etc.