Writing about things you try to avoid because your English teacher told you to ”expose your soul” is really shit and there’s a reason it’s avoided.
who needs a husband and children when you could create a family of cats named after the supernatural cast
I hate how this day just passes like every other one for us, it’s not recognised as special in any way because you’re not here anymore.
I have to write a piece for my creative writing folio, but I haven’t written in months so it’s going to be terrible.
I watched a family bury their son/brother today… I don’t know how people can believe in anything after witnessing that.