Juvenile Archive

I was sixteen when it happened. When I went to bed, it already felt like a dream - somehow surreal, unsettling. Everything felt out of...

He was prudent to my reckless self, Giving me hope for myself, I am not wrecked, but I am yet to be. The distance between us was more...

I came to hate New Zealand. It was hard enough to stay in touch with him being only 1000 kilometres away, and now, he escaped even...