INTROVERTED WRITOGRAPHY

the sky was black.

I was trying to sleep

when you finally came back.

Your eyes were in fury -

alcohol filled your breath.

You pinned me down in a flurry,

and I knew I had nothing left.

I tried to scream,

but it only made you madder.

You made it so I couldn’t breathe,

or get any sadder.

My whole body ached,

your fists felt like fire.

My head was in pain,

ears ringing like a choir.

Then I heard it -

people outside our tent.

“Make a noise and I’ll kill you,”

then off you went.

I could’ve said something,

or even ran away.

But I stayed silent,

and I have up to this day.

on my little planet.

I fall too hard,

too fast

for my own good.

Always.

3:00am.

Call me.

I’ll stay up with you.”

And you did.

For a while.

But now,

your phone’s on silent.

have held

so many wishes.

11:11s

have heard

so many dreams.

birthdays

have known

so many names.

and even though

none of it comes true,

i’ll keep on wishing -

wishing for you.

About a year ago, my hedgehog, Pinto, poked his own eye out. Overnight, he managed to raise all medical costs on GoFundMe.

After he hit 1,000 followers on his Instagram (@i.am.pinto), we decided to give back to the community that saved his life. I’m designing T-shirts, and every penny of profit made off of them is going directly to a struggling local wildlife sanctuary!

You guys helped me save pinto’s life last year, please help me save another thousand lives.

The universe spans farther than our minds can comprehend. Yet nothing seems harder, than having this chapter come to an end.

When you think in light years, another state seems rather petty. But nothing will stop the tears or prevent you from getting sweaty.

Life can feel like you’re jumping from planet to planet. A zero gravity hike, yet it makes you feel made out of granite.

When you’re doing life right, you’re bound to feel alien. Just put up your fight, and continue to be brilliant.

Almost everything that’s out there, has yet to be discovered. Your galaxy is somewhere, waiting to be recovered.

Go follow @vvhatever4ever (cool posts included).

To love at a distance, can be harder than loving yourself; one too far, one far too close.

To love at a distance, can torture your soul. You desire the closeness; something less dull.

To love at a distance, can prove trials - tribulations - that go on for miles.

To love at a distance, can prove strength - sanity - no matter what the length.

This closeness, this distance, are only physical definitions of space. The heart can stay close, while the range remains out of place.

Go follow @cynthiaadewi (cool posts included).

The world is stuck on social interaction. You’re not expected to survive, unless you show some attraction.

It feels like a war zone, for that introvert in the corner. It’s a social apocalypse, characterized as some sort of disorder.

You are a square peg, chiseled into a round hole. Expected to cut your corners, just to fit in your role.

The world is stuck on telling you what to do. But friends don’t mean shit, if they don’t take you for you.

Go follow @sweetpotatofries to join them on their writing journey (cool posts included). 

A year and a half ago I made a popular post on this blog talking about how much better my life got after leaving an abusive relationship. I talked about how I found someone better, how I won awards and scholarships, how I was being accepted into prestigious programs and getting good grades.

Those things ended.