a faded polariod

you know what hits different? having a mental breakdown while listening to 3racha's playlist.

everyone calls me prettier nowadays but all i see is a stranger when i look in the mirror

don't tease me about a boy you know i don't like and feel uncomfortable being shipped with, it brings out a destructive rage in me, it makes me want to raze cities to the ground and begin my villain arc

nothing in my head today just the emotions and memories stored in old songs

i don't know how to cry so much that when i actually fall apart and do cry a little, my tears burn my face

i'm not a step ahead of you, i'm four steps behind you because i went in the wrong direction

my only obsession is creativity