my favorite jacket smells like cigarettes
I just stepped in a puddle of stale beer
haven't combed my hair in weeks
I never get enough sleep
life has been kicking my ass
I just stopped giving a shit
If I'm being honest
I hide my true self so often
that I don't know who I am
I could unpack a lifetime of trauma
or I could drink a fifth
love is never worth the fights
that's what my parents taught me
now I'm desperate for a soulmate
and afraid of commitment
I thought adults had it all figured out
I got old and I know better
we all don't know anything
About the Creator
Hufflecup
I want nothing more than to dedicate my life to writing, so I figured I would start here to test the waters. I will be submitting stories to as many communities as possible.
I AM
This is not who I thought I would be. Before my family was captured and forced into slavery, I had aspirations of becoming a wealthy business owner or possibly a scholar and philosopher. Becoming a warrior was the furthest thing from my mind. Unfortunately, our Roman conquerors had other plans.
By Mark Gagnon3 days ago in Fiction
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