Justateenworkinglifeout - Just A Teen Trying To Figure Out Life

canceled my prime membership today

I cut my finger with an X-acto blade in art class second period, and didn't notice all day until my pen leaked onto my hands in fourth period and stained the cut. (Also the pen was red so I've been walking around with my hands covered in red ink and I've had acquaintances ask if I was okay, and many friends accuse me of murder)

This is one of said poems. Written in a week-long writing class for the prompt 'what I want my words to do to you' have read it to a crowd twice, both times at least one person cried. Could also be my naturally sad yelpy tone though idk.

Somehow almost all my poems make people cry. So either I'm:

One: a bad poet but my stories are sad enough that I can make people cry through bad poetry

Two: a good poet with stories that are just kinda sad but can be manipulated with words into beautiful poems that make people cry

Three: a good poet with sad stories that are enhanced through poetry to make people cry

Or four: a bad poet with stories that aren't sad and people are just crying because they feel bad that I'd choose to read them bad poetry

Either way, every time I read a poem to an audience, it seems like at least one person will cry or tell me they almost cried and had to actively hold themselves back.

Don't know exactly what to make of this. My poems are usually about my bad life experiences though, so I guess that probably plays a role.

Still baffles me how insurance companies can just... deny treatment.

This medical professional has worked with a person and used their expertise to determine that they need to have this surgery to fix a problem that may be potentially deadly if left untreated. This professional has seen many people have this treatment and they know it works and is the most viable solution.

But this insurance company can just... decide it's not necessary and refuse to cover it. Then the patient is forced to choose between letting themselves deteriorate and possibly die, or going into immense debt and barely being able to afford basic necessities.

Like, what the actual fuck.

fanfiction truly being the savior for everyones sanity

I made a cardboard model of Festus the Celestial Bronze automaton dragon.