remember when i used to write because my mind was bursting at the seams? now i write because my mind is parched. i spend my time wishing for the good old days, without realizing that no matter the reason, i can still write.
and that's what it's all about, isn't it?
Realizing It is 8th grade. This is the time for self-discovery and growth as each student starts to taste what growing up feels like. I...
someday i will be everywhere and you will have to close your eyes and cover your ears in order not to be reminded about me. i will not be...
it's late one night up at camp. my campers are piled into a circle on the floor, giggling and talking. the air smells of slightly burnt...
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