you.

this isn't a love book. There is no romance, no love interests.

this is a story of you. A story about losing oneself, about hate; all self inflicted.

this is the story of how i wished i was dead.

.      .     .

they say i should change, that i need to be someone im not, but i cant, i dont know how.

"love yourself, you're beautiful."

"live a little, put effort into your life"

"be yourself, no one else can." (as if i want to)

these are the words spoken by teachers, parents, family.

and my therapist.

what utter crap.

because they will never understand.

no one ever understands.

i wish i could change, be someone i'm not.

i wish i knew how.

i wish i could live my life to the fullest, wish i could love myself.

i wish i could live up to the standards.

i wish i could be like everyone else

i wish i could be blissfully ignorant.

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ok so, idk if i want this to be shorts or a fr story

im thinking story. lmkkk

ok bye bishes lol

*if anyone needs to talk im here♡*

 (maybe a little late, but still here at some point😭)