Sad Girl Hours are 24/7

I'm the annoying little sister character who never grew up

and you know i always think "what do you have to be sad about?" nothing happens to me. no one takes from me, no one treats me poorly, eveything that happens is because of me. im my own undoing. what sort of sypathetic battle is that? is that true tragedy that i can spin into something beautiful to cope? to fight against myself like tiger biting its own tail yet cries about the pain is nothing but a fool's errand. just help myself. who will come to protect me? who will stand by my side and shade me from the rain if the same person they are helping is the one who has caused it to begin with?

it really is unfortunate that im only inspired to write poetry when im sadder than anything

its been years since ive used a tumblr but i need a place to vent or im going to explode. so im gonna use it for sad girl times until i dont need to anymore.