Hopefully this one won't be cut short when I rant. I'm not sure what's really on my mind.
It's such a jumbled mess I almost feel like I should have a headache... but I don't. I feel empty at the same time as full. Just cold though, my mom keeps the temp low in the house. I might be confused. For someone never heartbroken and never in a relationship I don't mind lonely. But I like the company. I'm so full of opposites I don't know what to do. Maybe it's just cause I'm a teen. An awkward phase to say the least. Still I'm not sure. It's such a jumbled mess I can't sort it out enough to even rant really. Maybe I should change the title, but I won't. I wish I could take an actual detour from this, but I can't let my mind stray. There's too much for too little. Too little for too much. I could fall apart at this rate and who would notice the difference? The world is so large in comparison to me I'd be just another bug smacked too many times against the windshield of life. The world would still spin if I went crazy. Maybe already am. Who knows.
I'll cut it short myself because surely I'm boring you now. Or maybe you're like me and needed to know that someone out there felt that empty full I do now. Sorry this rant failed to be a rant. Well, a random rant. Thanks for reading anyways.
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Detour
PoetryAs a writer, once in a while I need to just take a break from the big works I have. So I decided it'd be a good idea to take a detour and just write some poems and short stories as a way to clear the pallet and refresh my mind. I've decided to put t...