He Looks So Comfy For An Animal That's Sleeping On A Bookcase.

It's 6 am, I am not tired, but I have not slept.

I got into a fight at school.

The other girl through the first punch.

But it made me realise that school's too much

For me to handle.

I just can't seem to take

When I make calmness break

In someonelse...

Or in myself.

Last week-

I think-

I had a dream

Where I was in love

And happy

And we were content

And calm...

In my head:

There was still calamity,

So I thanked you

For sailing in my storm with me.

Because I know

Some will still be angry

When I go back-

Just as when I leave

(again)

They can't forgive me

For last year...

For just-

Disappearing

From them.

I plan to tell them

This time-

Give my reasons-

And explain

That school

Is seeming

Like an unbearable strain

And I need a break

And a little concentration

Combined with motivation

To keep going.

But last night

...

No dreams.

Just the one nightmare

As my comfort and my company.

But because of it

I woke of lonely

And still felt empty

For a couple hours 'til

I remembered

That they(and you)

Were angry

At me

For leaving.

And I felt queasy

Even now, this evening.

And I know

That is was true, though.

But it scared me anyway

That she

Had wanted revenge

For what- I couldn't say,

After all: /she/ tried to punch /me/

I'd just wanted her to stop.

...

I guess I'll never really

Feel like I'm enough.

...

Any way, I remember

That in my dream

Everybody knew each other-

And all of you hate(d) me.

I guess dreams /do/ just mirror reality...

Sometimes I think back to -arguably- my most prestigious accomplishment: Being a creative writer in Piccolo Spoleto:Rising Stars.

And I think: why the ever-fuckity-fuck did I think those poems were good???

I was so stiff and awkward, it was terribleeee

But, you know what, if I were to get he chance to do it again, I would.

But I wouldn't read poems about love (for... reasons)-oh no!- I'd write some poems about anger, or sadness, or something stupid and meaningless! Because this are the things I should write about.

Looking back though, performing was such an insane experience that is do again in a heart beat.

Me: *has a GI stomach bug,aka:is sick*

Dad: have you fed the rabbits?

Me: no, I've been throwing up and my body aches, and I don't want to move.

Dad: well you better go see how many of them are dead, then.

Me, internally: it's only been two days? I'm sick?? Why is that no one else can do it??? Literally, you can do it???? IM SICK?????

Heyo, I uhhh I made an Instagram👌 same name as my Tumblr if anyone's interested😁

Drawing I did of myself earlier today! As you can see, my url includes two of my many obsessions: buttons and turtles!🐢

This is the drawing that I did yesterday. Can someone explain how this is a threat to the school? No, really. Fucking tell me. Anyways, it's based off of The Balled of Sara Berry from 35mm:a musical exhibition. I suggest giving it a listen! But only if your ok with mentions of insanity, murder, and death!!! And only if!!!!!!

JUST WALKED OUT OF THE THEATER AND I CAN NOT STOP SMILING, HOLY SHIT, GO SEE LOVE, SIMON!!!

"Please don't say you love me" by Gabrielle Aplin is a great song for Snufkin and Moomin, and I'm right.

A kinda cute/kinda creepy digital thing a did with my Oc: Monti😁

She only has a mouth, but wears a magic/tech. Hairbow that helps her show emotions!