diana

we don’t speak 
          we sit in silence
          lying on our sides
          facing each other 
          contributing to one’s interest
          we glance when we think 
          the other isn’t looking 
          smile to ourselves
          giggle at the sounds we make
          i stare when your face is in frame
          the mole just below 
          your right eye and 
          another below that one 
          next to your full pink lips
          your eyelids weightless
          you’re at peace 
          your most beautiful state
          i can’t help but keep staring 
          i fantasize like a little girl, 
          with hopes and dreams
          only i want these fantasies 
          drawn out in the world
          where they’re real

this shit sucks so bad 

yk it’s bad when your friends start coming up to you irl asking if you’re okay

ok i like him

can someone want me like frfr

i want to experience love so badly

i want to be loved

i feel so alone

i feel like everyone is living their life and doing the most and i’m just here in my room in my bed just laying down and doing nothing with my life

why am i never pretty enough