Speaking Of, I’m Out Of Ideas For Patches On His Jacket! Also, To Clarify: It’s Not Just Filler,

I’m gonna reformat my story.

This was the drawing I made on night started the whole story

how the hell does a shitpost about gamer for president have more notes than an emotional poem i put effort into

when you use any slightly fancy words in a school assignment

I want to post something but idk what to post, so I’m posting about not knowing what to post. Translation: I got bored

I decided to write a poem to vent

I don’t know why/ but for some reason, I/ just started feeling like I want to cry./ I know/ that others say I show/ talent, and I can kinda see it/ just a little bit/ but I can’t seem to show it/ when it matters to me./ Those that I want to see/ my stuff, I can never get confident/ in my supposed talent to/ show them what I made,/ that I worked on for days and days./ I always find something wrong/ or I take way too long!/ I can never show/ what I know/ is at least made with love./ I just don’t know what I’m doing wrong./ I don’t want this to be seen/ to make me/ have an inflated sense of self-esteem,/ I just want some feedback and critique./ I want to make people happy/ but I can’t.

Is there any worse feeling than finding out your crush is straight when said crush is the same gender as you?

imma keep reblogging the rough draft story thing and adding more

Fun Fact: if someone is in the closet, hearing homophobic things makes them die inside a little