Angelica

been trying to upload another poem but this slow-ass internet won't let me. Arrgh

me: im taking a break this sem.
          ate: ok, but make yourself productive.
          
          me: ok *write poems abt self-harm and being sad* it's still a progress right? im improving everyday

am i happy?

not the saddest birthday but still a sad birthday

I want to die

i want to be free

lord pls im tired

i am so tired of my life. 

i dont want to live anymore.

take me.