angela

Some mistakes get made That's alright, that's okay You can think that you're in love When you're really just in pain Some mistakes get made That's alright, that's okay In the end it's better for me That's the moral of the story babe

ᵘʷᵘ oh frick ᵘʷᵘ ᵘʷᵘ ᵘʷᵘ ᵘʷᵘ ᵘʷᵘ ᵘʷᵘ ᵘʷᵘ ᵘʷᵘ frick sorry guys ᵘʷᵘ ᵘʷᵘ ᵘʷᵘ ᵘʷᵘ ᵘʷᵘ ᵘʷᵘ sorry im dropping ᵘʷᵘ my uwus all over the ᵘʷᵘ place ᵘʷᵘ ᵘʷᵘ ᵘʷᵘ sorry

we started drifting apart but i never thought we would get to this. a block, unfriend, and an ended streak. she probably blocked my number too.

you

i would just like to write a quick thank you to all the soldiers who fought for me.

amazing grace how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me, oh i once was lost but now I'm found was blind but now i see oh, i can see it now oh, i can see the love in Your eyes laying yourself down raising up the broken to life

Just an average girl She always wore a smile She was cheerful and happy for a short while Now she's older Things are getting colder Life's not what she thought, she wished someone had told her She told you she was down, you let it slip by So from then on she kept it on the inside She told herself she was alright But she was telling white lies Can't you tell? Look at her dull eyes Tried to stop herself from crying almost every night But she knew there was no chance of feeling alright Summer came by, all she wore was long sleeves 'Cause those cuts on her wrists were bleeding through you see She knew she was depressed, didn't want to admit it Didn't think she fit in, everyone seemed to miss it She carried on like a soldier with a battle wound Bleeding out from every cut her body consumed She had no friends at school, all alone she sat And if someone were to notice she would blame the cat But those cuts on her wrist, they were no mistake But no one cared enough to save her from this self-hate Things were going down, never really up And here she is now stuck in this stupid rut She knew exactly what she had to do next Just stand on that chair and tie the rope around her neck She wrote a letter with her hand shaking wild "Look at me now! Are you proud of your precious child?" But she knew that her parents weren't the ones to blame It was the world that should bow down its head in shame She stood up on the chair and looked out at the moon Just don't think, it'll all be over soon The chair fell down as she took her final breath It's all over, all gone, now she's greeting death Her Mom walks in, she falls down to the floor And now nothing can take back what she just saw The little girl that she raised is just hanging there Her body's pale and her face is violently bare She sees the note and unfolds it with care All she does is stare, "How can this be fair?" She starts reading as the tears roll down her face "I'm sorry Mom but this world is just not my place I've tried for so long to fix this and fit in I've come to realize this world's full of sin There's nothing for me here, I'm just a waste of space I've got no reason to stay here with this awful race It's a disgrace, I was misplaced Born in the wrong time and in the wrong place It's OK though, 'cause you'll see me soon You'll know when your time has come, just look at the moon As it shines bright throughout the night And remember everyone's facing their own fight But I can't deal with the pain, I'm not a fighter You'll make it through the night, just hug your pillow tighter So let the world know, that I died in vain 'Cause the world around me, is the one to blame And I know in a year, you'll forget I'm gone 'Cause I'm not really something to be dwelled on That's what they used to tell me, all those kids at school So I'm going by the law "majority rules" My presence on this earth is not needed any longer And if anything, I hope this makes you stronger You're the best friend that I ever had Such a shame I had to make you so very sad But just remember that you meant everything to me And to my heart, you're the only one that held the key Now it's time to go, I'm running out of space to write And yes I lost my fight, but please just hold on tight I'm watching over you from the clouds above And sending down the purest and whitest dove To watch over you, and be my helpful eye So this is it, world, goodbye."

im tired. tired of everything.

do you ever feel lost?

"breathe," I tell myself, "you have to do this now."

"Breathe, it'll all get better"

I stg I have some nose muscle memory or something.

Lara Jean Covey wrote her five love letters to the boys she loved because she wanted to let go of her love for them.

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