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up late missing my grandmas, wow.

my soul is too vibrant for these performative, grayscale soul ass mfs

feeling the dull ache in my chest when i inch away more and more from people the more i’m put off in any way.

the right person would know what to say.

so sick of friends and crushes playing me, #freeme

19 has made me feel so sub human

summer is always the best season for me but it’s like as soon as the sunsets and i’m alone im utterly fucked.. what’s up with that.

i hate wanting to feel understood because i know regardless of how well someone gets to know me, they will never UNDERSTAND me. i hate feeling like my chance at life is just some fluke; a mistake i should like, correct. i hate feeling so miserable and as if i don’t exist in the world or at least within the world of those around me. my life holds no weight, my existence has no meaning. i wish i never made it past 16. i hope i don’t reach 20.