People don’t seem to understand how hard it is to live nowadays. Adults are stuck with the impression that things haven’t changed from when they grew up, but they have, and it’s a lot harder to do anything. I don’t know if I can even manage to do this every day, this constant reminder that I’m not good enough and I can’t do this. It seems pretty ridiculous that we kids actually have mental problems, but it really isn’t that uncommon considering the things you put us through. We are freshman in a college course. We are freshman who don’t have time for anything. We are freshman who would rather f
Never love your mother.
Because you deserved to leave that clawed up house from the start, and no hours of relentless sobbing will turn you back. Do not trade weak spoken slam poetry tinged with lisps for unspoken lovey-dovey ramblings.
She was not there with your peeps of suicide, slitting your wrists with paperclips and etching out tree branches to your skin.
You deserve to write ANGRY UPPERCASE POETRY on bathroom showers after standing in the shower, breathing steam. Wanting to turn into some abomination to swim away and sink faux fangs into human flesh.
Rare moments of shoving freezer burned chocolate ice cream into your mouth is deli