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I keep thinking that I want to go home, and then realize that this is supposed to be home.


I wanna learn things. Of course I'm not ready for adulthood but I know that when it approaches, I will be.


I don't believe in ruining my life.

It's just one long road to becoming yourself, so I don't care.

I also don't care about that. What my family has done is theirs and not mine.

I know I might seem rude to some, but I wanna move and leave most of my family behind. Maybe visit sometimes.

These are some text messages that I have sent in the past twenty minutes or so that have been cut up a bit, and put into the correct punctuation.

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