The only bad thing about being friends with everyone is people call you and tell you things you weren’t supposed to/ probably shouldn’t know. It’s as much of a curse as it is a blessing, I guess.


I’m sitting safe on the sand, yet I can still feel the waves drowning me far out in the water.

I’m only looking at the ocean, yet I can feel myself being pulled under it, struggling to breathe.

I hear the waves crashing, yet I have empathy for them, trying and trying to crawl up the shore, only to be pulled back under.

Everyone else seems to be happy, but the beach seems very sad to me. It’s a metaphor, really.