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I will never understand why my heart beats quicken whenever I cross a bridge and my head spins with thoughts of what if. And I imagine the whole thing falling to pieces and I am falling falling accompanied by sweaty palms and crazy-eyed. Only to quicken my pace as I start running to the beat of my pounding heart. And I can’t understand how I live in an apartment 6 floors off the ground.
I’m sorry I’m sorry for the repeated lies It’s nothing I’m tired its late go to bed I’m sorry for the empty promises my vocal chords speak I’m sorry for crying so much And that my tear ducts feel more than my numb heart ever could But most of all I’m sorry That I’m not even trying To be happy Anymore.
I was so upset last night that I stayed up and made a text post that I'm too scared to post and it all happened because I let a child's words get to me but I guess that's what happens when it never occurred to me that I'm defined by my grades and stream and when a kid looks at me with pure disgust and her words laced with pity as she finds out I wasn't as "smart" as she thought I was. Why do we construct these thoughts and drill them into the young minds of the generations of our future that it's okay to think this way. That your worth as a human being is defined by how well you do in academics.
I'm actually studying and making a desperate attempt to finish up assignments, despite the fact that I could be cuddling up on the couch with my family and sniffing wine bc there's really nothing worse for me when teachers give me that "I'm really disappointed in you" look. It sucks bc it's a fine line between not being able to meet other people's expectations of you and other people's expectations of you being too high. Happy new year, thanks for sticking through 2013 with me. Have a magical one xx
I'm stuck home sick when all I really want to do is get out and buy new materials to make more chokers, different colours and maybe beads and stuff ugh I just really want them to be ready before school starts so I can hand them out to rad people
