It sucks that the reality i'm in is so shitty. I bet in a different reality somewhere, a different version of me is happy with their life. Their friends love them, they get good grades, their family isn't fucked, they're not gay, girls don't use them as a thing to help them discover their sexuality with, their mum doesn't constantly tell them that they're just confused, that they're waiting for the right boy, they don't cry themselves to sleep every night, they don't try kill themselves, they don't have suffocating anxiety that makes them feel that everyone's watching them because of their hair, they are happy.
Happy.
Joyful.
Smart.
Pretty.
Normal.
Popular.
Creative.
Good at drawing.
Good at guitar and ukulele.
Good at singing.
Good at fucking writing.
Not falling for every girl that uses them.
Funny.
Straight.
Cute.
Kind.
Addicting.
Just,
Happy.
