Yes. I'm a writer. I write shit. Sometimes it turns out to be good. I'm hopelessly romantic. I want a boyfriend. but sometimes I don't. I cry. at movies. At books. At videos. Not at a random guy I like. I don't like cringe shit as others do. I don't believe in love. I don't believe in proper guys existing. I'm used to being in my world where everything is imperfectly perfect in its way. I overthink. I'm bipolar. I'm hard to handle. I hate myself. I expect too much from myself and the world. I'm suicidal. I write. I erase. I write again. And erase again. I get frustrated easily. Half of the time, I have no idea what I'm doing. My mind isn't here and neither is my soul. I live in different worlds and different places at a time. I understand pieces of stuff from other peoples' perspectives. Try to put me in their position and think. I curse a lot. it's hard for me to make a sentence without a curse word. Yet, I wrote so much. And that's why I am a writer.
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Blue and grey
PoetryJust some random poetry... A little pessimistic And I'm still 14, and all these are either made by me or my best friends If there is any sort of grammar mistake, Please do forgive All rights reserved
