Stop it.
Stop day dreaming.
Stop imagining.
Just stop it.
All these ideas in your head are bull shit.
What do you think, that someone's going to come around and fix you? Nope, sorry, that's not how it works. Everyone looks out for themselves, you don't matter to any of them. So either find a way to except it or ... don't.
Give up, maybe you weren't meant for this world, maybe you're too weak, too self conscious, too sensitive, too childish, too niave.
Grow the fuck up.
Those silly little stories you create in your head, those little imagines...
They'll never happen.
Take a listen to...
Just Breathe Anna Nalick
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Poems By A Teen
ПоэзияThese are the thoughts that wake me in the middle of the night. They have sat in my notes for years and now I want to share them.
