So I crocheted an eye patch for my stuffed platypus

His name is Mr. Snuggles and he is a much happier animal now that he is a pirate.

What am I doing with my life? Next time someone asks that, I'm going to say "My only purpose is my one-eyed platypus."

Yet another poem

Every single day I think
Maybe I should change.
But something deep inside me
Says, no, don't rearrange.
All my friends are growing up
While I'm just staying down,
Maybe one day we'll reconnect
If in my sorrow I don't drown.

Orthodontics, pfft.

80% overbite. My jaw is too far back. Braces and a weird molar/jaw device. Darn.

A poem

(Recently got a new writing book and was inspired. Did I do well?)

Life isn't giving me dinosaurs or butterfly bedspreads. No, not anymore. Life isn't giving me picture books or crayon sketches.

Here's why I leave-I've changed (for the better?).

Here's why I stay-A secret? I don't want to.

Here's what lights up my heart: New things, bangles, and hair.

Here's what darkens it: Sad things, braces, and horrible history.

I've changed.