i started this story...god knows when. maybe two years ago?

it was a difficult time in my life, i don't recognize old me. and i don't want to get to know her again.

recently, i took the time to read my old poems. i was so hurt and so broken and so young.

out of everything, i'm glad this story was a way for me to channel my pain as opposed to something else more destructive. i grew with this book. i experienced friendships and relationships and pivotal moments that changes who i am today.

some of these poems are cringey. some have some substance. but these poems were all me at one point in my life.

and, as i sign off for a final time these past two years, i thank you all for letting me pour my soul out.

-ea