about how the sun
loved the moon so much
he died every night
to let her breathe"
Tas. Eighteen. Part-time magical girl.
MY FRIEND’S AT A PARTY RN
AND THEY’RE PLAYING TRUTH OR DARE
AND SHE JUST TEXTS ME “OMG”
AND WON’T TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED
OR ISN’T TEXTING BACK
AND I WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED
#STRUGGLESOFMYLIFE
Sometimes I just get some insane amounts of courage
BUT NOW IM JUST SITTING HERE LIKE WHY WOULD I DO THAT???
NO.
NO.
N O.
if this kid doesn’t text back i s t g
I don’t think I’ve thought this hard about texting or just generally talking to someone in the longest time.
Singing, dancing and art. Three things people would call my “talents.” It’s a really bad title to put on it, because how many years have I been doing all these things and how good at I? Correction: how bad am I? Honestly, I’m just really unsatisfied with life in general right now.
So I haven’t had electricity since 1 am on Saturday, so we’ve taken refugee at my aunt’s place. Ugh this is a hassle.
I feel like the biggest fucking setback. Holy shit. This is why I don’t plan things with friends, they keep back from things they want to do cause of me and my restrictions. Fuck.