i regret everything i ever said to you
and it wasn’t even mean shit
it was just shit
i always wanna talk perfect with you
but i can’t. I’m inevitably awkward.
and you’re indefinitely perfect.
i’m trying to cope.
i could count your eyelashes
the infinite ways i’d love you
if you’d just give me a chance
want me to be there
feel for me
long for me
and he doesn’t notice you. you’re just not his type. he doesn’t care for you. they don’t care for you at all. what do you do?
thank you so much. you wrote that so well, it’s like you understand what i’m feeling. i mean i’m consumed by all the pressure and i’ve lost myself in the process.
i hate high school. i hate being a new kid. i hate all the cliques. i hate being the nerd of every class. i hate living life on the outside looking in at what everyone else is doing. i hate never being cool enough. or just being too “me” and not enough like them. i just hate this. fuck the “seniour year is your best year” bullshit. this is one of the worst times of my life. i’m scared of everything. i can barely breathe.