The Voice Of The People (me In My Chemistry Lecture) Has Been Silenced (my Professor Didn’t See My

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

There’s something inherently romantic about being pictured together on a billboard for a law firm

I know what you did.

You give me one of those terribly awkward side-hugs. You comment on my town, and how you'll have to come visit sometime. You are not welcome in my home. I smile and reply politely.

But our eyes don't lie. In yours I can see pity. "What ever happened to her?" "It's s shame, really. She used to be so sweet." Perhaps a hint of fear. You know that I know. You know that I remember.

In my gaze hangs only hatred.

I'm in the club (coffee shop), high off perc (decaf coffee), with some shades (blue light glasses) on

Tatted up (smeared ink from notetaking), mini skirt (old hoodie), with my j's (hiking boots) on

Well, you know what they say

Remember. Any room can be a guest room if you put your guests there.

Fighting my inner demons (I want to eat pudding for breakfast)

wait, you're telling me that there are people who don't constantly overthink every single thing they do? Dang. Next you'll say there are people who don't lie awake at night and think about every cringey thing they've ever done

I like to think I’m a strong sailor, but even I can’t resist the siren’s song of the arts and crafts aisle in the Walmart