17. Senior in high school. Sophomore in college. Itching to get out of this town. I'm just me, nothing special.
Not skinny enough to be sick, but not sick enough to be skinny.
I wonder what I would be like if I never met you?
Missing someone you know you shouldn’t miss < Anything else
You don’t give a shit about me? Cool. I guess I don’t give one about you. I’m in mother fucking Santa Monica. I am having a good time and hot California boys think I’m “extremely beautiful” MUAHAH.
YOU’RE TOO PROUD TO SAY THAT YOU’VE MADE A MISTAKE. YOU’RE A COWARD ‘TILL THE END. I DON’T WANNA ADMIT, THAT WE’RE NOT GONNA FIT NO, I’M NOT THE TYPE THAT YOU LIKE. WHY DON’T WE JUST PRETEND?
He didn’t want to see me when he got back. He probably doesn’t want to see me before I leave.
No one sees me cry. No one. Not my mom, not my sister, not even my best friend. I make sure of it.
How typical of you.