Please, prove me wrong. Prove to me that there’s someone that can treat me like a human being and let me be myself. I want to be able to fall in love again and make new friends. I miss not being afraid to just be me and have the possibility of someone else feeling three same I do for them. Prove to me I’m not alone.
Get out of my newsfeed, I’m mad at you. I don’t want to see you ever again (at least for now )
Well, hello there. This is what happens when I sing to Sweeney Todd all day and have a photoshoot with my little brother. Mwah.
Because I know I’ve gotten so much better, but I don’t feel like editing my manuscript or writing my dual lit right now for my college english course. Burning incense, listening to Lana Del Ray, and eating pretzels. I don’t know why, but I feel freakishly calm right now. I’m kindof glad about that, actually. I’m feeling a little better now, too, which is a relief. Okay, enough personal posts.
And still on a writing spree. I’m just so inspired lately for whatever reason, probably because of all the stuff I’m going through right now. But hey, it’s helping - so much. I can’t even tell you guys. Maybe I’ll publish all of these poems and prose and such in a book and sell it. I don’t care about the money, but sharing all of what I’ve written down. In the end, that’s what’s important to me.
But I’m still starving and there’s no good food in the house. Fuck my life I didn’t eat after school.
