New Year, New Me! I'm Going To Get Even Sillier

I think my biggest toxic trait is acting like I deserve the Nobel Prize for showing up to a class I literally pay to be in

May she who is without sin cast the first stone, but then again perhaps those in stained glass houses should not be throwing stones in the first place.

Dear mr professor,

sorry i didnt do the assignment. tummy hurt

Children are to be seen AND heard.

I still think about you, by the way.

How could I not? We grew up together. You can see in our cadence, in our mannerisms. We are permanently intertwined to an extent, whether we we'd like to be or not. You shaped me, and I shaped you.

My father still talks about you too. We were products of our environment. And it was not fair to us. I hope you know that. How they spoke to and about us affected us in ways intangible.

I hope you are well, wherever you may be. I think I will always love you, in my own way.

What I am

Sweet child, I am the devil’s lover, manipulation and I are sisters, guilt and I are family. And I, I darling, I am made of pure hell fire. I will be fine.

Hey, there’s always next year, right?

There is a certain horror in outlasting.

I am the perpetual survivor; steadfast eternal. As the world crumbles into sand between my fingers, I live on.

But dear God. I wasn't supposed to outlive you.

Trapped in my own personal Hell – doomed to watch my loved ones killed before me. And there's nothing I can do.

The car is rattling. It's subtle; you wouldn't notice it if it wasn't your car. You've been driving it for years. You turn the music up louder and try not to worry.

The check engine light is on.