my picture frames have nothing but a piece of cardboard in them

[pretty___vacant]

it's the same fucking nightmare every night and I really just need to sleep until my phone rings with something to do.

I have never felt like this before.

and I find it so sad how this situation has forced me to grow up so quickly, you got what you wanted, just too late.

I don't want to talk about my feelings here.

i cant even decide what to write on here and what to keep to myself, maybe I will just stop writing

i need the nightmares to go away