she is

*accidentaly vents to friend* great now i can never speak to them again

I don’t feel like I fit

I’m slowly realising that it isn’t these things that don’t fit me it’s me that doesn’t fit these things

There is a small part of me that hopes things will be different but I know they won’t.

I can’t tell if I’m trapped or if I’m too free

I don’t feel like I need to run away anymore, but I need it all to stop

I am tired of people saying that I'm young and I'll get over it, or that it's hormones, or that "everyone gets bad days". I know all of that. And I know I am not the only sad person in the world. But I'm not even sad anymore. I don't feel like crying anymore. I don't care about anything. I don't care about college or uni or going out or loving anyone. I can't figure out which stuff I'm supposed to dread and which stuff I'm supposed to be excited about. I don't feel either. I don't actively wish things to be over but I don't think I would mind if they were.

I don’t feel like I fit

I’m slowly realising that it isn’t these things that don’t fit me it’s me that doesn’t fit these things

There is a small part of me that hopes things will be different but I know they won’t.

I can’t tell if I’m trapped or if I’m too free

I don't feel like I need to run away anymore, but I need it all to stop

I don’t feel like I fit

I’m slowly realising that it isn’t these things that don’t fit me it’s me that doesn’t fit these things

There is a small part of me that hopes things will be different but I know they won’t.

I can't tell if I'm trapped or if I'm too free

I don’t feel like I fit

I’m slowly realising that it isn’t these things that don’t fit me it’s me that doesn’t fit these things

There is a small part of me that hopes things will be different but I know they won't.

I don’t feel like I fit

I'm slowly realising that it isn't these things that don't fit me it's me that doesn't fit these things