Life's been getting harder. Even if that sounds over-dramatic it's all I can really say, even if I don't like to pity myself. I'm only in 8th grade, how can life possibly be hard? I'm not even in high school yet and it feels like I am ready to call it all enough for a lifetime.
Sometimes I read books and there will be a character that I feel is just like me, even if that character is three or four years older than me and actually going through something. I will read through their point of view and remember that character forever, even if it is all fiction.
And what do they do? They don't care if they get low grades. Check. They sleep through classes. Check. They pretend to be happy all day. Check. They go home and have small fights with their parents over things they don't care about. Check. They climb onto the roof, late in the night, and drink to feel like it might be okay. Cross.
Just like me, but I wish I could climb onto my roof sometimes and drink my life away under the stars. I have dreams of 2 am vodka.
5/08/2020
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