I have burritoed myself in my blankets and I’m not coming out.
I wish i could feel something other than defeat throughout my whole body.
No one will ever love me the way i need to be.
I’ll never be able to get this ache out of my bones.
I’ll always feel alone, no matter who i’m with.
“As I enter the school for the first time, I will visualize what it will be like on the last day of my senior year. Unfortunately, I counted, and that’s… 1,385 days from now. High school is even worse than middle school.”
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