scríbhneoireacht

exam stress and general worries have led me to self-acceptance for the time being. it'll pass, it was brief.

sorry for writing this, but also not at all. 

open to the possibilities of a summer fling- something to get me through the days.

a poem about anxiety; couldn't make it into the pub last night, upset at myself and hoping next time i'll be able to.

will i ever be truly independent ? is it such a bad thing ?

i'm not all whole and healed yet. but i'm really trying to be. 

kind of insufferable tbh

inspired by “If I can get enough money to get out of this country, I’ll get out."

so anxious i could throw up.

reminiscing on summer days by the stream. i would love to spend another stretched evening in that field.

i love my female friendships. that's it. that's the piece.

another open letter-sometimes i feel like i'm too heartbroken. but maybe that just means i was so full of love to begin with.