So! tell me, kid. are you so proud of this, your city- never loud?   where daughters cheer for football sons lacrosse teams/sidewalks/winning runs   and leave alone and stoned; I cry from a lack of rest. I feel alive   though! If I go to bed I fear the high, the house, the palace here   my confidence, so prized, so dear will go, get lost, just disappear. athletics of the white man soon get boring. So instead a few   cartoons of adulthood like you are cassie, nate, or maddie/r

“Super Rich Kids with nothing but loose ends, super rich kids with nothing but fake friends”  – Frank Ocean  Super Rich Kids  encompasses the emotional undercurrents of being a teen in a predominantly upper-middle class, urban environment. Entering teenhood and adjusting to a big city at the same time brought a lot of change into my life; new environments, new people, new expectations, and the overwhelming desire to fit in. When I found this song, Super Rich Kids , in grade 9

What makes someone a good friend, no — what makes someone a friend? If you were to ask me when I was 6 years old, I would say they are someone who I could play with, someone who I could share my snacks with. If you asked me what makes a friend at 10 years old, I would say someone I could go to school with, someone who I could go get ice cream with. Now that I’m 16, I would say a friend is someone who can be just there, not say a single word and can be appreciated for their ex