#being emo again

[writercritter]

May 15 2026

short lil thing i wrote after my last school day. no relation to april 15

I actually started writing this poem last month. Whatever you call it now, it’s not a poem, not really. I titled it “There is a month until the end of senior year.” In actuality it was barely two weeks. But even those two weeks were worlds ago.

But, I mean, it hasn’t ended yet, there’s still gonna be prom and the theater event tonight. But no more 46 minute instructional periods. Well, that’s not true, I could go on Monday, if I wanted to.

Anyway. The poem that this one used to be started off with me talking about the past - six months ago, when I was a wreck. I’ve gotten over it now, and it’s not that important anyway. Just another dice roll in the cosmic game.

The thing I would tell to the myself from last year is, that you made it. The world awaits you.

And to the me from last month, I would tell them that they could cry more. And to the me from yesterday, stop trying to write about the end of the world.

Two months ago, by which I mean yesterday, you and me started a puzzle and it’s still sittin’ unfinished. We should do that next week, probably Wednesday? If that works for you.

And then we’ll go to the park and I can show you how laughably bad I am at skating.

I wonder what the me a month from now will want to tell me. Right now it feels like I’m on the other side of the door and my prediction is that I will increasingly realize that I have not crossed that door yet. Of course I haven’t.

I hope he doesn’t make the mistake that I kept making and keeps in contact with his friends.

[tomcatgothic]

who up distracting themself from the dull ache of their loneliness

[presidentkamala]

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Doing some what-if exercises. What if i get asked to do X. What if they authorize Y. What if i get to see one of these ghouls in person. What if all i am is a tiny bump in the road to them. What if I'm not brave or smart enough or wise enough to do the right thing.

[long-cold-winterr]

The hardest part about growing up is ‘losing friends’, not because of falling outs but things change- you have less in common, people grow out of stuff and then slowly you have less and less things to talk about. The only thing keeping you together is the history you once shared with those people. 

[funeraldisco]

[stardust-serenity]

I envy people who can have like, whole photo collages on their walls of themselves with their friends

I can never do that, because save for like, two people, everyone in my life is always temporary, which results in me taking their photos down so I don’t bother anymore

So, band members and cool artwork, it is...

[unskpoken-thoughts]

One of my biggest regrets in life is that I met you... at the same time, one of the best things that came to my life. Ironic, isn't it?

me

[dimsumandchill]

I feel sad, and gross and unmotivated.

:C