I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible, and when I leave you will finally understand why storms are named after people.
People wait all week for Friday, all year for summer, all life for happiness
so disappointed with school, home, and life in general. i need to go to a place where i dont have to deal with people anymore.
I already said too much. I already shared too much, and I want all my secrets back. I hate getting close to people these days, I always regret sharing too much, caring too much, doing too much, feeling too much.