freezer bride, your sweet devine
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how morning will look when I'm free
i can't physically study im going insane
literally me with that one classmate who's trying so hard to tell me who i am supposed to be and what i do wrong, to the point where she acts insane when i tell her it's not it
Like you know nothing about me.
yellowjackets season tre is out alredy??? and i didn't know anything about it??
i'm not 16 anymore π
i'm attending my first 18th birthday party this weekend and i just want to cryyππ the girl who invited me is so sweet but i've never been to one before and i've got nothing to wear (nor have i the idea of what im supposed to wear + clothes in normal stores usually don't fit me), i'm not able to do my own makeup and, worst of all, im not so sure about the gift im bringing her.
what makes me so sad is that i've tried to ask for help to my mother, my sister and two girls who are supposed to be my best friends and none of them cared AT ALL. every time i talked to them about it they just made me feel like a burden and that i was stressing them by following them around like someone who doesn't get that they are not wanted
i only want to make a good impression and don't want to look weirdπ why does nobody care about me
also, one of those two girls is in my same class, ive considered her as my best friend for years now and not only she made me cry on my last birthday, but also forgot about it this year. i mean i'll be 17 next week but i heard her today talking to a classmate of ours: they were planning to hang out together with other classmates RIGHT next to me and they were deciding between doing it this saturday or the next one - which is my birthday. well my friend insisted on doing this meet up next weekend - i repeat, the day of my birthday - as she is gonna be busy on this one. in that very moment my heart shattered. what the hell like what do you mean??? she has done things like that before and whenever i succeded in bringing it up - it's very difficult for me to talk about what upsets me and she knows it - she just told me that she obviously didn't do that on purpose and that she only forgot about it/me. it didn't come to her mind at that very moment. as if it weren't even worse
and my jazz collection's rare πβ¨Ύπ’Φ΄ΰ»
i get down to beat poetry π―π
i can't do it im feeling physically sick at the thought of going back to school tomorrow i wanna throw up i can't i can't i would literally prefer to kill myself tonight
i'm tired im tired im tired please i can't go back to school, my mind cannot do it
ohh how i miss playing volleyball, i wish i were still doing it ΰͺπ Β°α‘£π© . Β° . .
i really want to kill myself
what have i ever done that makes me unworthy of having friends?
let me put on a show for you, tiger
she is a siren, la femme nikita
after what happened this night i think tomorrow i'm either dropping out of school or killing my self.
Are we a prozac nation?