they don't believe I'm ready for college, for life, for the real world.
they think I'm one more crack away from breaking and they might be right.
they think I won't live to be an adult, that if I did I wouldn't know what to do.
maybe they're right
maybe I'll prove them right
maybe I'll prove them so right that I won't even make it past next week.
if I don't believe in me and no one else does either, why bother?
fuck
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poems for the dead
Puisiwritings I suppose- mostly a vent, but only ghosts even listen so idk- also sry fer bein so angsty im just constantly sad for invalid reasons general trigger warning for the whole thing bc I forget in some chapters,, most of these are sad and may or...
