the miserable life of a miserable teenager -
pointless living
Day after day, tear after tear. Well, this is what it looks like to have nothing. No reason to stay.
I haven’t left the bed very much this week.
Went out for a few night drives, stared at the stars like they might shoot for me.
Went through a few dabpens, hoping to get foggier. No luck.
There’s really no point in getting high, I always feel high. I always feel like I’m dreaming. I always have a bad memory. I am always this emotional.
Cry for a few minutes,
take a break to play dress up.
Cry for a few hours,
take a break to watch another movie.
Cry for a few days,
take a break to act grateful to be alive.
Cry for a few months,
take a break to write petty poetry.
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