Bitches B Bitches

I never knew my mother’s love like I knew the star crossed lovers on the silver screen.

We search for human connection like fire searches for oxygen and we crack jokes about the things that make us feel alive, but kill us twice as fast.

We are the generation of spirited devotion to the perversion of expectations, who salivate to the thought of suicide and Xanax.

We are the result our parents’ negligence and the start of the Iraq war,

the penetration of technology in every aspect of our being, the idea of anonymity out the window, replaced by an inconsolable awareness of our own fatality.

We are the broken generation who learned to cope with hello kitty bandaids and DayQuil, who worry about everything and nothing at all.

Generation Z

reading in the library

self love and knowing your worth

waking up earlier

letting people know u appreciate them

spending more time with your friends

believing that you can achieve things

feeling sunlight warm your face

making the bed every morning

being softer and kinder

baby steps to being a better version of yourself

Because you know how it feels and how bad it can get.

You never want anyone to be in the same place as you.

Me: *isn’t extremely hungry 24/7*

Me:

Need a hand with your heart?

a bed stripped of its sheets

abandoned department stores

barns in empty fields

long stretches of country road without any sign of civilization

late at night when it feels like everyone but you is asleep

public library desktops

parks

standing under at a bus stop in the rain, but specifically when the rain turns the world gray

watching the sunset on an empty suburban street

driving through suburbs in a town that isnt yours. it’s so familiar but you know you dont belong.