i love colorful things. i love comics. i love laughing out loud to the most random things. i love hanging out with friends. but. i also secretly hope noone would talk to me. i also secretly want to destroy everything in my room. i also secretly want to go far far away and never see anyone i know again. i also secretly want to die but i adore my life and the people in it too much to leave them in an instant. i might hate everything about myself but i know i cant ever leave my parents to suffer because of me. i'll hate myself even more then.
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3am thoughts
Randomthis is messy-- THIS is life. this is the life of so many misunderstood teenagers. [lowercase intended] 'those who write beautifully have a broken mind' but what if i can't write well. what then? how am i supposed to express myself? [slow updates]
