she looks like me, talks like me, acts like me. and i know you can’t stand that she’s still not quite me.
you see me and i can see the biggest smile plastered on your face just from my presence.
i yell at my mother with her same ruthlessness and out-argue my father with his same logic.
it feels like i’ve lived three and a half lives since yesterday.
i am angry all the time.
i wish happiness and i could get just 5 more minutes together.