I'm so fucking done.
I'm done with the games, I'm done with the fake shit, I'm done with the playing. For once I don't wanna be the victim. I'm done sitting here and looking pretty. If you come for me I'll come for you, my squad will come for you, and we will ruin you.
Fuck off if you're fake.
High school's gonna be hellish.
What else did he lie about?
What was he really trying to do, just get in my pants?
I can't believe I fucking liked him.
Thank God I have walls.
What'll he do next?
i am afraid.
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Beneath The Stars (A Journal)
RandomI'm a fourteen year old girl who is fighting anxiety, depression, and perhaps a form of OCD. I know, I call it my grocery list of mental illnesses. Writing helps.
