Strings and Ceiling Wax

This is me, ranting on the internet about my life. And admiring pretty funny and relatable images that shape who I am. I'm a film student, a barista, a lover, a friend, and a dreamer. Don't laugh at my attempts at poetry, but admire my attempt at truth.

I hate when I have to prove you wrong. Because that only leads to a stream of trouble. And then I become embarrassed because I gave in, and regretful words linger in my head. I don’t want to have to prove anything to anyone anymore. Why can’t I be free?