quite frankly, i am a mess. i devise and lie and hide inside myself, because i wouldn't want to be anyone else.
quite frankly, my smiles are fake, and i'm just waiting for the day i find true happiness; and believe me, i have been looking.
quite frankly, i am unhappy and no one here understands, why i cry at night, why i sob all the time. they tell me to get over it.
quite frankly, i'm an idiot. i should've thought and i know it, but instead i hid behind the illusion that i created that everything's alright.
quite frankly, i miss her and i won't be happy until i see her again, everyone tells me she's terrible. they say she's horrible. they are liars.
quite frankly, fuck them. they don't need my love, i don't need theirs. i deserve happiness and understanding, not your fucking lies praising my landing.
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Writings
PoetryAnything and everything. Most of it is bad. I wrote most of it when I was like 12 and being abused or recovering from it lol
