the miserable life of a miserable teenager

how fitting.

Call me cliché, but it’d rather look how I feel, rather than walking around with smiley faces and rainbows. All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

Who knew, it’d suit me so well?

Like I was meant to find my other side.

Dyed my hair dark, because blonde reminded me too much of the little girl I let down.

I try to ignore the stares that come with my thick eyeliner, because I don’t have the energy.

But if I let any of the eyes into a day of my life, I’m sure they’d look the other way.

I’ve found my people before,

and let them leave.

What’s the point? Life just goes on and on and on and on. Could you keep a plant watered your entire life?

And if your water was a fucking psycho?

Besides, I’m just not the type to let people fuck with me for a day and rewind tomorrow.

I feel worthless enough, as is.