Bianca Wargo

I was looking through some old work recently, and found a few short stories I wrote in high school. I didn't really edit them that much, so if there are any errors, that's why, but this story was definitely interesting to me. Looking back, this story really speaks a lot to where I was in my healing journey from the traumas I've experinced. I kept getting back up and essentially turning on myself, my only true friend at the time, because other people kept putting poisoning thoughts into my head. So, without further ado, here it is:

Make me laugh until I do that dorky snort

" But his life has been ruined... "

I’m done being scared to be scared.

you never pittied my baggage.

When Emily Dickinson said “I am