I’m tired of constantly having to put myself back together

For real need someone to tell me it’ll all be ok

I wish I had someone new to write sad things about

I for real wonder what you think when you see my snaps. Like do you think they’re funny? Do they make you smile? Chuckle? ‘Cause honestly that’s what I’m hoping… but who knows? Maybe you get annoyed by them

Little bittersweet victories

I really don’t know what it was that made you so different

I kinda want to go to prom now
But I’m not down with making a fool of myself

I’m so tired of disappointing everyone including myself

I hope I die somewhere between now and 4