I am done. I am so beyond done. To the point where ha I just really don’t care about anything. Fuck. I’m always the fucking bad guy. God FUCKING forbid I show any emotion besides happiness. Fuck. Fuck. Another fucking day of some goddamn bullshit. Just end me now. Thank you.
I tried that trick today where you chew gum while chopping onions so you don’t cry and it worked! Then my mom came home and I said, “Hey Mah I’m chopping onions and I’m not crying, know why?” And without even looking up from the mail she was opening, she said: “because you’re dead on the inside.”
shout out to people who are scared to call others out, whose hands shake when they try to explain what’s wrong, whose throats threaten to close up with thoughts of ‘what if i’m just overreacting’, whose hearts are pounding out of their chests because they just stuck their necks out for their beliefs, who have lost friends and respect and safety for aligning themselves with causes
To just leave everything and everyone behind and just travel all over the country and jam out to music as I drive. Look at the beauty the world has to offer. To forget everything and everyone and to just create something new. To just go, that would make me feel complete, content, happy.