chaotic poetry with no theme, just vibes. (mostly sad ones though)

for: those who cry to mitski songs a little too much, who were "gifted" in elementary and middle school and are now trying their best but just can't seem to get the hang of it, who never made it past the talking stage, who never feel like they're good enough at something to be allowed to enjoy it, who feel complimented by being objectified because no one ever considered them as attractive before, who always walk behind the group because the sidewalk isn't wide enough, who wish they could just press pause for the rest of their life, who are "always the bridesmaid, never the bride", who spend too much time with mbti personality tests and astrology to try and understand who they are.
(cover is circles by mac miller, an album i really recommend, it calms me down a lot when i'm overwhelmed :) rest in peace mac, gone far too soon...)