feel like i'm almost forcing myself to write. i just want it to come naturally on the days i need it to. anyways, here's a poem on memories. 

an honest insight into how my ed disrupts even my writing. trying to get better, think i'm getting there at last.

turned 23. having a bit of a where am i going crisis. hbd !

Things I see on my walk to the adult acute mental health unit- written for my poetry class, really loving writing prose poetry as of late.

written the day after my graduation. thank you taylor swift for accompanying me on my solo contemplative walks during final year.

a prose piece about days spent at mamó and daideo's, listening to rnag in the kitchen. 

i revisited a piece of prose i wrote at the beginning of summer titled 'measured' for my poetry class this week. an honest and open account of my eating disorder. 

a morning poem for my goober. 15/09

been a while- just started my poetry class for my MA ! this prompt was about how i see/experience poetry. 

watched criminal minds tonight and they described a victim with 'limited social skills' which sounds familiar lols. also i feel like that pelican in public.

stuck in a rutt with my writing, ( and a little bit in general !) hoping this quick piece gets me out of that so i can begin to write peacefully again. (also that cat is me)

a moment in the midst of messiness, i said it back.