The Umbrella

So I use chromebooks at school and they do not have a caps lock button. Something to note about me is that prior to this, I never used shift to put anything in caps, I just really quickly hit the caps lock button and then unlocked it right after (which meant on the chromebooks I'd be hitting the search button a LOT). I mean, it's not that inefficient, really...but now I've started using SHIFT and it's really messing with my fingers because sometimes I'll do it and sometimes I won't and so my fingers are jut hovering. Also, I realized that despite the typing program that they taught me in elementary school, I do not use my pinkies when typing, which is a possible reason for the lack of strength in those fingers.

Can you believe it's December? Only 17 days left until the winter break and there is way to much that needs to be completed in such a short period of time that I am...breaking inside.

I've recently been in a not so good place in terms of my mental health. But I've been able to get onto my feet today and I'm feeling quite a bit better. There's a lot going on in your brain so I urge you peeps to take care of it, there's a lot in there that it so precious.

I've a horrendous assignment back log but I found this poem from the "The People You Meet" poetry collection that I had completely forgot I wrote and I thought I would share it. Here it is:

THE UMBRELLA

If there is such thing As a foul weather friend She is one of them. Tragedy is the magnet that attracts us together And often I cannot help but wonder If I am the reason is rains. But she will always shelter me As a canopy Blocking the sun and taking the burn Taking the thunder, conducting the storm She will be no further away than arm’s reach When the lightning strikes As if pain will be divided by two Rather than multiplied. But she will be there - Until the skies clear. She avoids celebration like a disease that killed her family, Congratulations like a masterpiece That doesn’t deserve it. As if she thinks She doesn’t deserve it Happiness Joy Positive words Cause every one that told her otherwise stuck Like her skin was paper For the shredder Instead of soul For the sky. How do you erase permanent marker? How do you rehabilitate ghosts? How can you love someone when they need it the most? Can perfection be flawed If every shortcoming Reaches just close enough to hold my hand Just far enough that we can stand On the ledge like this, Seconds from Death’s lips And tell each other We’ll make it to OK But always part ways Before we get there.

- r.k.

SO MANY PROJECTS aight it's go time

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