i don’t really wanna be me anymore. i have such a great life, i flew to new york for the teen vogue experience, im on the 19th floor of a prestigious hotel but yet i feel…nothing
i feel hurt. by what? my own thoughts? i wanna cry and throw up and hide under a pillow. i never want to see a human soul again but still i’m begging god to please please put someone in my life. i need a hug. i need my baby but i can’t have her
my eyes are watering and i’m huddling for warmth on this couch
i quit
please someone make it stop
i don’t even know what’s happening! why am i the biggest piece of shit ever?
i’m going towards my dream
the nightmare i had last night
Worry Just Enough 