im not ready for this year. the anxiety and struggles i know will me thrown at me. i am tearing u' because im foolish enough to not prepare for it.
the boy i loved for two years moved to arizona but im too detached to be his friend. my friends are out there, hanging out and living, while i remain a recluse. i just want to draw my characters, the people ive dreamed up, but there are only plants in my line of vision, placed by the bipolar hand of my art teacher.
why did i have to learn so late that a childhood filled with stress and worry over the superficial things is unhealthy? doesnt everyone else think high school is too late to get into the pokemon and anime phase?
i am tired. to my school my time and energy has been invested in the wrong things.
but to me, it is an escape.
dont expect me to feel at please, drowning in 300 pages of algebra.
YOU ARE READING
Vent Book
Randomthought this'd be useful? vv just a book for me to pile up my emotions, tags, and other things. expect a lot of useless crush shit. -birb
