I moved to this city three nights ago, and I truly wish I could leave already.
I don't know what it is about it, but something just isn't clicking.
There's loud trains, freezing breeze, and everything has me overthinking.
"Will people even like me here?, I'm moving in the middle of the last semester of their sophomore year"
I hate this place already. Someone please get me out of here.
Just make it all go away.
I wish I hadn't gotten on the fucking plane.
Every time I adjust, things continue to change.
When will it ever stop?
Will it even stop?
God, please just make it stop.
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February Ashes
Poesie❝From an everlasting flame, to a pile of ashes in the forest❞ A bunch of poems about how he met, fell in love with, desired, missed, broke, was broken by, hated, lost and got over the deepest love he ever felt. most impressive rank: #1 in poems.
