http://slow.writerscafe.org/nataliepaskos The original writings of author Natalie P. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775249878 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Dear Old Friend,         In fifty two days, I'll be turning seventeen years old, and in four-hundred-and-seventeen days, I'll turn eighteen years old, and suddenly I'm not so excited.What if I'm not ready? F**k, I know I'm not. I'm scared that I won't be successful, that I'l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nataliepaskos/1860248/ They splatter across the sky winking and gazing at eachother like two sisters holding tight to a secret, rolling off their tongues onlyto be halted by the skyline between them and I.They shine so bright, yet can only be seen by those who payattention.Listen to the words they whisper to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nataliepaskos/1852582/             See, these days I wonder a lot about what my life will be someday.I crave so badly to be happy, and whole again; I need something to change, an orbital change, a blessing, something, or anything at all, preferably.           &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nataliepaskos/1842043/ They tell me to look to the past, but how far am I supposed to look? They tell me, "Maybe it's you. You ever think of that?'" Little do they know, that's all I can think. Meet a boy at fifteen, and he steals your heart. Yet sooner or later, that won't matter. It's all a part of the same si.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nataliepaskos/1733119/ She smiled to herself while the sun hit her skin, leaving evidence of the summer she's leaving behind;She went out every night, she partied all day, she smiled a lot, and definitely got a few wicked tan lines.She looked around the scenery and smiled, knowing it really couldn't get any better than th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nataliepaskos/1726041/ Tick tock, tick tock;These depressing thoughts won't stop, they start coming when it gets dark.Even though my heart is locked, I thought I closed you out.I guess not.You tied my brains into a million knots, the rhythm in my brain screams at me; tick tock, tick tock, take your shot. Tick to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nataliepaskos/1643991/ Inner struggles of a 15 year old psycho. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nataliepaskos/1641941/