i never admit that i am not okay. i mean what’s the point all it leads to is an explanation about how you’re hurt.. which only brings me to more tears that i just don’t have.
crying about things that i can’t even explain. I’ll be sitting in my room and out of nowhere tears will begin to stream down my face.. i’ll cry for hours about absolutely nothing.. or maybe that’s just it maybe I’m crying about everything.
laying on my bed listening to music that can describe how i feel perfectly.. i put in my headphones turn up the volume and get lost into absolutely nothing. my escape from reality.
i just sit and think. i over think. i over complicate. i always seem build up the worst possible situation in my head. my thoughts scare me sometimes.
i have many regrets. but i’ve finally realized that life goes on.
i may come off strong. but deep down im nothing like i appear.
i can be the biggest bitch when it comes to defending someone i love.
my sister is my life. although we fight i would do anything for her.
i love cheerleading because it helps me to escape from reality for a little while.
i hide my emotions. because when i think about it there just not important.
i never feel good enough. never pretty, smart, or skinny enough.
im only one of the millions of lost teenagers out there.
i take my life for granted. and im ashamed of that.
i want to move to California when im older. i want to get away.
im scared for the future. im scared for the next generations.
i’ve never been good with change and never will be.
“gotta find a way to survive cause they win when your soul dies” i live off this quote