doing what I love—telling stories—
I long for New York.
Fuck it!
I'll eat an edible,
have a panic attack
on this flight to Florida
while watching Two and a Half Men.
I think I am done.
Done with Kendra Jean.
Done with the podcast.
Done with fear.
Done with poetry.
Done with this blog.
Done with Instagram.
Done with control.
Done with ego.
It's time to steal back my confidence,
one battle (day) at a time.