i bought me a nice journal
from a bookstore and everything.
it's beautiful, and a little
and my mamma woulda gotten
mad at me for buying it.
she'd say you write just the same in a
cheap, plain journal.
i bought it because
i need to write. i need
a record of my life.
i need to find myself, somehow.
maybe a book of my life will
help me find out who i am outside of
school, and cross-country, and soccer,
and whatever adults tell me to do.
i read all the time now. my mind
can't stay in my world.
it needs to leave all the time,
to sneak into the skin of
a character, and live their life