sometimes I feel as if the world gets more depressing every hour, or maybe its not the world- its just humanity.
what's really fucking sad is that every day of your life people will treat you like shit- yet as soon as you're gone they throw some kind of pity party.
why cant people just own up to their shit? maybe then it will lessen the misery in people. but fuck it- no one is going to listen to a 17 year old girl that is just barely trying to figure out her life.
YOU ARE READING
// poetry. //
Poetrysilly little poems + quotes from a depressed and cringy teenager.
