She blamed it on the hormones again. It's "just a phase." You're a teenager, get over it. You're just being overdramatic.
Maybe.
But all I know is that it hurts like hell. The "hormones" are killing me slowly. This "phase" has been going on for so long. I want it to be over.
"Don't say that. Soon you'll forget about this and laugh at how childish you are."
Maybe.
But it hurts like hell now.
I don't want to wait.
I want it to be over.
But I can't crush hormones, can't get over this phase, apparently, so I guess I'll just suffer through the torture until I'm able to "laugh it all off." Because apparently tear-stained pillows, staring at empty walls, looking down the edge of a cliff longingly, screaming in pain, feeling nothing but hopelessness—it's all funny in the end, right?
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a collection of deep thoughts
Poetry☻swimming under the midnight rain☻ Simply pages of thoughts, feelings, ideas, spilled out into words. To get out before I go mad.
