i almost didnt make today, how am i supposed to deal with the rest of my life?


it seemed as if the breath she took would be her last. she laid on the crisp, sycamore leaves and her face was white as snow. her worries were no longer part of her, as she was no longer part of the world.

just had a breakthrough during literacy classes

sometimes the only reason why i write things down is cause i know im stupid and i know im going to forget it

like why

this is a serious question like how do i get a boy to like me when there’s always someone better than me. like imagine a raisin in a bowl of chocolates kisses. like im the raisin