Without a doubt, I have been bestowed with one of life’s most underrated blessings:

Getting home safe.

It doesn’t seem like much, but after the longest days I spend my train ride home manifesting a comforting shower followed by a light book read with the sound of the turtles filter lulling my subconscious to rest.

I am grateful to be here.

Goodnight.

“You’re a screwup”

My mother yells at me as I’m backed into my corner

“You were a mistake, a fate I’m unable to escape”

I’ll sit in my corner

Looking down at my chewed up nails

And my imperfect messed up screwed up hands.

I’ll sit in my corner

Silent

Alone

Destroyed

As I let my mother scratch her claws

And snap her jaws

Like a wild animal attacking its prey.

I’m nothing more then a fucked up little girl

To my perfect, strong, hard-working mother.

I’m a screwup because my floor looks like a world war,

And my war leaves socks and muddy footprints in her perfectly trimmed house.

I’m a screwup because like my room

My head is a disaster

Inadequately organized

explosions of stress wrecking the perfect harmony of my family.

I’m a screwup to my mom

Because instead of touching land mines of broken promises

I took a pencil and a paper and wrote “no”.

But writing is a disaster,

An invaluable art of destruction

Bringing nothing but chaos to a life my mother has so carefully granted me.

I’m a screwup

Not worthy of this life of ease

Of perfection.

And yet

The only mess I’m living in

Is this corner

Caged by a roof forced over my head.

It’s a constant war

In which I never fight back

A war that leaves me bruised and bloody

From words of insufficient care.

How can I be a screwup

When I cook up love for my siblings

And serve them nothing but a good life?

How can I be a screwup

When my room overflows with words and knowledge

Like my “A+” brain?

How can I be a screwup

When the life I’ve chosen

Is the one that puts a smile on not only my face but others?

So mother,

Now that I’m out of my corner

And living my life as a perfectly good screwup,

Let me ask you this:

How can I be a screwup

When you screwed up way more than me?

The biggest lie i've ever been told was that my best friend would never change in high schoo. We would watch those cheesy teen movies where one of the friends changed and started to leave the other behind due to popularity or whatever. We would tell each other that we would always be this close and that its ridiculous that these kids would ever do that to their best friend. Well years went by and surprise surprise, we woke up in a cheesy teen movie. I however was the friend that was left behind. Oh we still talk, but its not the same, and it never will be. Our talks are never about our dreams or fears or wedding plans, but homework, and school things. So now I lay in bed at night wondering what I did wrong, and why I was told this lie.

til death do us part,

he promised;

how little

he values his life.

xx x

You held your hand in mine

You whispered words of wanting

You flashed silly sweet smiles

While pecking kisses across my chest

And yet

You said you never loved me.

the furry creature snuffles in the damp and rich soil for roots, its creamy tusks digging in the ground.

its snout begins to tingle and it sniffs slowly in the air.

it follows the sweetly delicious scent and behold!

the forest jewels gleaming in the bush like rubies.

grunting in satisfaction, the creature enjoys its snack of forest berries.

it saunters of with a happy sensation, tail bouncing in the air.

If you can guess the animal, comment down below! :)

"Uh... you wished for HAIR TIES?" I asked my freind.

"Why not?" My freind answers. "I don't have enough money to buy my own!"

"Geez, you could of wished for money and bought all three of these things."

My freind glanced at me, surprised. "How did I not think of that? You're a genius, Evelyn!"

"Well, I got here to late... you could of wished to meet J.K Rowling, have everyone on Prose read the one post you want them to read... you could've wished that the law stating everyone in the world must read Harry Potter and the Sorceror's Stone- but you wish for clothes, and a phone. Boring!"

My freind looked rather hurt.

"I don't want to be rude," I added, hastily. "It's just, you need to be sensibal. This is honestly why Ravenclaws are better... we think things through."

I glanced at the lamp, wich seemed to be fading away- slowly.

"Don't yopu dare leave!" I yelled, hurrying to grab the lamp and rub it with my sleeve.

"My first wish is to be able to go in and out of books as I please!" I hollered, as the genie came out.

Adventure, here I come!

After the lamp disappeared I was a little upset. I wanted to make my wishes. My three wishes. I wanted to wish that I would be a genie to, us to still have powers, and for us to be free. I would then date this genie. She was so hot and I could tell she liked me too.

Thats the end bros