I hate essay writing
I wish I had normal problems, about boys and my hair.
I sometimes wish I had girlfriends to cry too or just to stroke my hair.
All the girlfriends I had dumped me because the leader didn’t like me anymore and I never thought I’d be the girl that had no girls.
Sometimes, I need to tell someone that I’m scared. I’m scared that I’m wasting my life. That everyday is like the one before. I’m scared my father’s going to loose his mind. I’m scared he’s going to hurt someone. I’m scared my family is going to fall apart. I’m scared I’m going to loose my mind. I’m scared someone’s going to hurt me. Again.
Mostly I’m just waiting for my fears to come true and I feel like there’s got to be more to life than that.
and I’ve watched every single time.
It’s like I’m two years old again and putting in the VHS over and over and over again.
I hate when I’m in bed - properly exhausted and ready to just collapse - and I remember I still have to get up to take off my contacts.