Konichiwa, YĆ«jin, it is, I, HaziWord, brining you your silt forecast of Hazi…with a chance of…Words.

——That’s it. I’m done. I have humiliated myself to the brink of insanity. Peace out. No longer gonna do that, anymore.

JUST KIDDING. EVERYBODY KNOWS THAT IMPOSSIBLE FOR ME TO DO!!!!———–

Okay, I’m not a poetess.
At all. In fact, I find poetry to be the hardest subject for me…or…I did.

A couple of months back I hit this part of my life where I couldn’t express myself. I’m the type of person where writing is my escape from reality. I no longer have to be a teenaged girl with more health problems than my grandmother. I no longer had to be myself, try to be a good big sister, and daughter. I could become someone else for a while-and that’s all I needed.

Only their’s only a cetrain amount of running away from reality you can do-before the world caves in.

But anyways, I thought I’d post the poems I write. I get that their cringe worthy, but it’s me, being me. Not the sarcastic 14 year old girl I tend to be (soon to be fifteen-FINALLY). So anyways, welcome to my newest category, Poems.

And, I guess, welcome to me.

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