11 days til im 19 years old.. and i dont care. really.. i dont.
My hands are at my thighs, and my wrists at my pocket, suicide nowhere in sight, never was, never will be. My legs feel stronger, strong enough to support the arms which i hold you with, the ones that you say are so strong, such strength weighs alot(im a fatty). I love you, i wish i could have warmed you with my arms lastnight. They arent furry, but... im warm. Id suffice, i promise, id take care of you. I want clouds above my head, dark greys behind me and pathways engraved in rain. I miss the rainy days already. I want to be sad that i cant skate, i want to neglect entertainment like video games and TV just for fun. I want to run in the rain just because. Can you feel me? I feel above everything today, and tomorrow.. its getting better, im getting better.. i know i am.
For what its worth.. i hve no idea how this works because i dont fully mean it.. but today i accepted it that im ready to settle down. Not going to delve into it.. quantifying.. vilifying, all so demeaning.. letters.. text, evil for emotion. bye.
EDIT:: i wonder if i should even care about english anymore.. i wrote a paper on something that was just a joke. How annoying. They revealed it recently i guess, new times, after i did my research, so i didnt see it. UGH.
For what its worth.. i hve no idea how this works because i dont fully mean it.. but today i accepted it that im ready to settle down. Not going to delve into it.. quantifying.. vilifying, all so demeaning.. letters.. text, evil for emotion. bye.
EDIT:: i wonder if i should even care about english anymore.. i wrote a paper on something that was just a joke. How annoying. They revealed it recently i guess, new times, after i did my research, so i didnt see it. UGH.