If you love me, say yes. But, if you don't, Dear, confess.
No, I'm sorry, Sir. I was just feeling kind of, um, broken-hearted, I guess.
The first two nights of summer I have brought to a close with tears, and I certainly hope that it isn't a taste of what the whole vacation will be like. But, for obvious reasons, I have a feeling that this summer will contain just as much drama as all the rest. I am really bad at being a kid.
Things I'm sick off:
-not belonging
-being the girl
-my mother telling me to make more of an effort (this situation could not be helped by effort)
-my shitty level of self confidence
and the list goes on and on and on.....
Well, at least I have my art.
Oh, right...
Well, at least I have my friends.
Wait...
Well, at least I have my dreams and aspirations.
Shit.
The first two nights of summer I have brought to a close with tears, and I certainly hope that it isn't a taste of what the whole vacation will be like. But, for obvious reasons, I have a feeling that this summer will contain just as much drama as all the rest. I am really bad at being a kid.
Things I'm sick off:
-not belonging
-being the girl
-my mother telling me to make more of an effort (this situation could not be helped by effort)
-my shitty level of self confidence
and the list goes on and on and on.....
Well, at least I have my art.
Oh, right...
Well, at least I have my friends.
Wait...
Well, at least I have my dreams and aspirations.
Shit.