“its okay I like sad girls” and
i think about telling him about the breakdown I had in French class but I don’t because
it wasn’t pretty.
it was me sitting on the floor with my head in my hands quietly crying and
everyone pretending they couldn’t hear me.
it was curious looks in the hallway when the bell rang and
me ruining a maybe relationship before it ever started.
unstableness isn’t art it’s just constantly shaking underneath your skin it’s not speaking a word during lunch its paranoia it’s paranoia it’s paranoia.
so tell me again how
you like sad girls.
tell me again how you can fix me.
SHE SAYS “SORRY YOU’RE SO UNGRATEFUL” I SAY “I’M JUST TRYING NOT TO JUMP OFF A BRIDGE”– lily rain