So I have to write a poem for class and it has to be funny and it has to start with 'the Problem with...' I have literally been brainstorming all day only to come up with cliches like school, and writing the piece of shit in the first place.It's not only that either. I'm also trying to re-write a chapter of my original fiction while simultaneously trying to write an entire new chapter for it while...

I hate when you’re sad for no reason; you’re with people, you’re fine, you’re happy, you’re laughing and smiling, but at the same time it almost feels like you’re not there. You keep dazing in and out of conversations, you can't focus on one single thing. And once you’re by yourself you don’t want to do anything, you’re sad and feel alone. Someone asks you what’s wrong and you...

I've been thinking, recently, about the confines of time and the constant dispute about whether or not there truly is a higher power. Or whether there is validation in the way people use their religious beliefs and culture customs in the oppression of a select group of peoples.All of this and all I can truly think of is how mundane it is. I mean us as humans, as people, are always going on about...

Nothing hurts more than when the person that's supposed to understand you, can't because they will never be able to and you even hope that they never would have to, even though all you want is for someone to hold you and tell you that they really do understand, and that it's going to be okay, and Nothing is more lonely.There is one thing that hurts more...when they tell you ,"there are other...