i have chipped so much, even my nails are dying. my features are fading along side with my blood. my knuckles pop and my neck hurts. the clouds are comforting and the dark corners are cozy. i see images of intimidating concerns in my head. my toes are black and blue as well as my eyes. my bike has broken down and lost it's wheels. and my bell has lost it's ring. i have drifted into these feelings of, despair and jealousy. and i think it's fine to have these feelings. but it's not fine. not fine at all. i can't really control myself from it. i can not contain my feelings any longer. i can't help it but to be drawn into my haze and dark clouds. i like my chipped heart and my mood swings. i like it all. i like how i can have a pity party for myself every day and drink my cold tea. this is the way i live, this is probably how it will always be. i have become a drifter. i set sail everyday, and wave goodbye to my comforts. i said goodbye to my God, and my parents. i had to part with my friends, and all i can do is sail. and drift. and taste my salty 
water, and watch myself chip away til i am no more. 




im very not excited for summer. 
sarah janelle.