so i’m launching a podcast!!

Hey guys! Just a quick note to announce something that I probably should have announced a while ago, but I kind of have been so busy it slipped my mind, and anyhow, here we are! So, without further ado, as the title indicates, I am…

*drumroll please*

*take a wild guess you guys*


I don’t have the exact release date down, other than that I have about ten episodes left to record and five left to write, but I’ll let you know as I get to the point where I’m done enough with this project that I can put a date on when it’ll be ready to get out into the world. 🙂

What is it about?

Sonnets of a Teenage Wannabe is a mix of nonfiction podcast and audio drama. My goal is for it to have this really intimidate, ambient feel, like a late-night phone call with someone you haven’t talked to in a long time. It’s told in bite-sized, diary entries discussing pretty much whatever’s on my mind, mixed with found audio and some music here and there. It’s honest and heartfelt and gentle and I hope it can be there for you, on the long nights or days, when you can’t breathe, when you don’t want to move, when you just want it all to stop, when feel completely alone in the world. I hope it can be there for you.

(Wow, that actually turned out really elegant and poetic, wow, I am so proud of myself right now.)

Where can I listen to it?

I’m still really new to this and learning how the whole podcasty thing works, but if everything goes according to plan it should be available on basically every popular podcast streaming platform–Apple Podcasts, Google Play Music, Spotify, Pandora, etc. (If there are any streaming services you’d like to request, just drop me a comment.) It’ll also be available to stream on this website, I’ll put a link in here when it launches. (And also, it’ll be on my main menu, so yeah.)

Does it cost to listen to it?

Nope! I do have a Patreon that’s a bit of a mess right now but feel free to chuck money at me if you like my stuff, the link is here. 🙂

Um, yeah, I think that’s pretty much it. I can’t wait for you guys to see this thing, I’m so freaking proud of it, and I hope you love the show as much as I do. Okay, um, with that out of the way, Dragon out! 🙂


december 27th, 2019

i’m disgusted by my body. i’m disgusted by myself. i’m disgusted by humanity.

so lift me high above my mind.  crush up my skeleton. hit the delete button. turn off the gravity.

flickering lights. black and white. i read over old journals and start to forget the reality.

and the colours always sort of melt late at night. blue, and green, and yellow, and white…

sand i’m not even sure what’s true and what’s false anymore. So find me curled up in the darkest hole i can find. hiding away, from the fucked up beast i call my mind.

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make it stop

trigger warning: suicidal thoughts mention, self-harm mention, general heavy content. need to talk to anyone? crisis lines are here.

fingers digging into my palms. why do i fantasize about self-harm so much, even on a good day?  

why am i weak like this? why did i cut myself again, digging one more tally mark into the row of scars on my broken skin?

and why don’t you fucking get it? no matter how loud i scream. no matter how well i try to explain it. why aren’t you concerned? i just… i don’t get it.

and why… am… i… so… exhausted?

Hey guys. I just wanted to say that, well, this is a vent poem. Basically, I’ve been having a lot of bad days of late, and… yeah. But that doesn’t make any of the thoughts in it true, and I know I’ve said this before, but I feel like it’s important to say again. You’re not a bad person for struggling. You’re not alone, even if you feel like it.  Suicide and self-harm aren’t solutions. But at the same time, expressing those feelings is, to me, incredibly important in terms of processing them and dealing with them in a healthy way. So please, if this poem hits close to home with you, reach out. Talk to someone you trust–a parent, a teacher, a friend, a counsellor. Just the fact that you related to this poem is a sign that you’re not the only one who feels this way. And please, hang in there. I promise that someday, someday, we’re not going to feel this way.


december 7th, 2019

i dream that the sun falls, and i collapse to my knees, and maybe… maybe i was wrong. maybe i don’t really deserve to be here at all.

and so crumple up your skull. bury all thoughts of going through with this, and stay right here. because this is where you belong.

and i am so tired of everything. of standing below the storm, and taking the pain, and closing my eyes, and locking it all away because nothing matters as long as the rest of the world will be okay.

i dream that i was only born yesterday, and how can i feel so old and so young all at once? how can i feel this way? how can my head sizzle, smoke, and crackle–

but i’m sure the pain is nothing compared to what you’re feeling anyway.

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january 28th, 2020

sobbing phone calls in the backyard and oh my god, i hate all of this. a tug in my stomach. and is it just me, or is the night sky is covered in sleep dust?

i don’t want to this. i really, really don’t want to do this. but here i am anyhow. stuck in the same place as always.

here i am. falling apart at the seams. broken bones, and sour breath, and last-minute pipe dreams.

breathing too fast, and fighting off the urge to scream.

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