they're strangers so it's easier
but knowing they're there
having the compliments
it helps
there's a stream of words running through my brain
the word count in wattpad isn't right
i miss my old self
i
my thoughts are disjointed
i go to see a therapist on tuesday
it helps
i don't wanna go to school tomorrow
but i have to
sometimes i think about taking a break
that'd be letting people down
and myself
and i'd miss out on so much
in one day, it's unthinkable, but it happens
didn't i wish to myself once
"i don't like talking about the past, it hurts too much"
pencil on paper
where are my watercolors
where is my xacto knife
don't worry i use it for crafts
and that's genuine
i hope you can trust me
