im so, so tired and i dont want to show my face tomorrow. i dont want to show my face ever. i want to lay down and just stare at the wall. im sleeping outside in the backyard. not in a tent. im trying not to get eaten by bugs. i guess being in such a wide open space reminded me how sad i am somehow.
i have a lot of freckles on my face.
i wish i was born in the right body and i wish i was a fucking basic kid so i didnt have such shitty thoughts and i just wanna grab my skateboard and fucking leave this town and go back and go away. i dont want anything anymore because whatever means anything to me always slips. theyre both just. here. but gone. its like im watching both of them through a glass and i cant tell which one of us is on display.
i have a bird i named peep on me. i hope she doesnt die.
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tell me if you truly hate me
Poetrysinging lalala to prove you're not the only one who can occupy a borrowed space
