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 I have no idea how to do this, and certainly no expectations for anyone to see this, but I have been really wanting to find a way to share my poetry somehow, just being able to know that maybe someone could see it, even if it's unlikely, would mean a lot to me. I don't know how good I am realistically at being a "poet" in fact calling myself a "poet" feels way too professional for someone of my skill level. I started writing a lot of poetry probably a bit over a year ago, although some of my first poems were really bad, but seeing myself improve has been really cool. I just turned 17 and am going to be a senior in high school this year, I feel like I don't get to share my thoughts a lot, and poetry was a really cool way to express myself, which is also why I wanted to find a way to share it, so I could actually express those feeling to the world, even if it's just an empty vacuum. I have a backlog of poems, because like I said, I've been writing them for a while, just not sharing them, although a couple months ago (I think in like March) I sent some off to The New Yorker, which looking back on, the poems really were not nearly good enough for that, although I am still proud of myself for putting myself out there. I haven't heard back yet, although again, my expectations are lower than the ground. This will probably be one of few actually posts that are in prose, so I hope you like poetry, the poetry of a teenage girl, get it, that's the name of the blog. If you don't like it, I'm technically a child, so being mean to me would just be making fun of a child, and I'm still learning and growing, and I never claimed to be an expert, I'm just here to express myself, and self-expression doesn't have to be good. I actually wrote a poem about that, although I think it was in a school notebook I threw away, so that's probably gone. Oh well, in a couple years I probably would have thought it sucked anyways. I hope you (yes, YOU, the probably no one reading this), maybe the readers are the friends we made along the way, although, this is really more for me than for anyone else. I really hope no one I know finds this as I have crippling social anxiety, that's what meds are for! Speaking of mental illness, strap in, I talk about it a lot, so if you don't want to read about stuff like that, wrong blog buddy. Depression, anxiety, eating disorders, self-harm, suicidal thoughts, lots of talk about death, all that fun stuff is a pretty central part of my poetry, so if that doesn't float your boat, go find another river. Anyways, I'll probably post actual poetry soon, just have to transfer a lot of them from my phone, and I'm REALLY bad at remembering stuff, sooooo, I'll try my best to be consistent, at least while I have this backlog to post. I'll probably make some social media accounts for this, which I really don't want to, because the idea of being some cringy fake deep Tik Tok wannabe Sylvia Plath makes me want to die, but again, the whole point of this is to share my works, so I guess I probably should, ugh, I'll do it later. Anyways it's late and I have to volunteer in the morning for college apps, wowie I love being a teenager! Just to remind you if you forgot the name of the blog. Catch you, (yes, YOU, the probably no one reading this), see a callback to earlier, wow I'm so good at this, when this is actually a blog of poetry (aka when I get around to posting), oh, and, again, I'm working through a backlog, so if some of these first posts are not that good, just trust the process, I'll get to newer works as time goes by, please trust me, I won't be a cringey fake deep wannabe Sylvia Plath social media poet, at least I hope so. Byeeeeeee, 

                                                Miranda L.