I have stopped writing poems for now. Stopped drawing...Stopped really everything.
I graduated high school exactly 1 month go (as of yesterday), started a serious relationship just before then, broke a few hearts, including my own, had a few beers and a few cigarettes, wrote a class-winning story and have decided to go to a trade school to pursue the idea that I can be a radio host someday. I'm also working for the Vector/Cutco corporation. Selling knives. Wanting to stab myself with said knives because this job is the worst thing in the world. Aka, I'm quitting soon.
I'm babysitting a bearded dragon over the summer and I'm afraid of all th