Zoe Tabery (Age: 16)

i hate the way you look at me. like you want to tell me something, or like you want to do something with me, but no. you don’t. you stare, i stare back. your face changes, so does mine, i...

On se retrouve, De nouveau, Dans une situation de malaise, Et de nervosité. Toi et moi, Ensemble, On était parfait. Mes amies m’ont dit que je faisait tout pour toi, trop pour toi, Et c’est marrant parce que, j’etouffais pour...

what’s crazy to me, and will always be crazy, is that i actually loved you. i put you first. you were my everything, and i convinced myself not overthink all because i thought you were worth it. the worst part...

we live the life we choose, we choose the life we live. we grow up a certain way, and as much as it can alter who we are, the ‘growing up’ doesn’t solely define the person we choose to become....

i am the way i am today because of the past. people say i should “let go” and abandon it. who would i be if i did? i tried, time and time again, with no use. my past is like...

in english, the standard sentence one uses to show the need to have someone close to you is “i miss you” “i miss you” has always been clear. meaningful, yes, but as straightforward as one can be. in french, one...

everyone has a favorite. a favorite teacher, a favorite friend, a favorite cousin, a favorite person. everyone has a favorite feeling, a favorite kind of happy, or sad, or proud, or even sometimes anger. everyone has a favorite stuffed animal,...

A girl I knew bought a sweater a couple of years ago. She was obsessed with it, she had this form of emotional attachment to it. She would wear it as much as she possibly could, for days on end,...

hold on you can try so hard to win a tug-of-war game, it doesn’t mean you’ll have enough strength to win. you can pull the door shut as hard as you want, but that won’t take away the shoe that’s...

i grew up loving people, expectations that couldn’t disappoint me, friends and family i could count on. but slowly, disappointment reached me, it’s all i felt. slowly, the extrovert they all knew me as, became quiet. slowly, i stopped loving...