You know what makes me mad? Well in some aspects, more sad. But you know what makes me upset? I consider myself a writer, that’s my THING. I like to think if words, write them down and then look at them. This is what I do for fun. It’s what I have the most practice doing. It’s what’s natural for me what I want to let out my feelings. So when my English teacher gives me a prompt, I think of words, I write them down, I give my words to him, he reads them, and then he gives me a 68% grade for how WELL I thought of words??????? BITCH WHAT? This is what I do!!!! You can’t tell me that I’m not good at it! Excuse me if I think that I’m not an average writer, because I”m not!! So when my best friend gets an 80% and she doesn’t even write like me, yes, yes I’m going to be a tad bit jealous. I’m happy for her, but I’m jealous because this is what I do best, and if someone who doesn’t write as much as me does better, I’m going to be upset. It makes me question if I’m even good at writing. Like at all.
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I write here when I delete all my social media and pretend I don’t exist. I’m a teenager who used to live on a beautiful farm by a creek tucked into the sweet aroma of Concord grapes. Now I live in a 15 story apartment complex above a dog park in Philadelphia. View more posts