Untitled Jan 7th 2020

A lot makes me sad

Not much makes me happy

I like playing games

And spending time with family

I hate pretending

I hate having to be “manly”

I like being in Atlanta

I like a certain Cancer

I hate that my dad left me

I hate that her mom left her

It’s no one’s fault really

Though I feel like most thing fall on me

Maybe I’m right about everything

Or maybe I’m just bad at overthinking

The Break Up

Break ups are strange. Strange because the people who break up aren’t the same people who started a relationship. See, the goal is to continuously grow together. Unfortunately though, sometimes you only grow apart. In the end you’re stuck looking in the mirror feeling like not only is the person you’ve broken up with unfamiliar, but you don’t even know yourself anymore. 
-Too Distinct the Poet