I thought flowers would be weird
Thoughts have racked my brain a lot lately, shaking off too welcome dust. Almost all of my friends are gone once again, and I ended this summer with even fewer. It feels like I don't belong. Like I'm supposed to change.
Man, I used to think this was therapy. Like writing down my problems and issues would help my mind process everything. Now all I do is dance around what I actually want to say to keep things vague and ambiguous enough not to embarrass myself.
Sort kinda tell some people some of my kinda-secret secrets so that they can sorta act like the kinda give a shit.
Man, I used to think this was therapy. Like writing down my problems and issues would help my mind process everything. Now all I do is dance around what I actually want to say to keep things vague and ambiguous enough not to embarrass myself.
Sort kinda tell some people some of my kinda-secret secrets so that they can sorta act like the kinda give a shit.