I was dying to
That I didn’t need
to try so hard to be perfect,
That i was enough
it was okay.
I JUST WANT A GIRL TO LIKE ME AND THINK I AM PRETTY AND WANT TO KISS ME AND OTHER THINGS AND GO TO CONCERTS WITH ME AND GO CAMPING AND WATCH THE STARS AND TALK ABOUT THE UNIVERSE AND UGH
I just explained to you that I am dealing with things that literally make me unable to move at times and that I’m trying my best and you want to continue reprimanding me for the stove being dirty? Wow okay.
dying is taking too long
i don’t even sleep anymore i just die for a couple hours each day