I wish I wasn’t stupid.
I can’t do math, my writing is shit, I can’t pay attention, I can’t sing, I can’t dance, I’m not confident, I’m not pretty.
I’m watching all my friends get ahead of me. They excel in all their subjects so easily. I’m struggling to get passing grades.
I know I’m smart, I just wish I wasn’t the only one aware.
I’m smart enough to understand the look they give me when I ask stupid questions. I’m smart enough to understand why they act like they don’t know me in the hallways.
I just wish I had something to show for myself so I wouldn’t be so overlooked. I just wish I wasn’t stupid enough to believe everyone that doubts me.
I just wish I wasn’t so so stupid.
I want you to hold me together while I tear myself apart
I know your actions came from a place of hurt, but that doesn’t excuse them. I don’t hate you for that, but how could you treat someone you love like that?
I wish I had a stronger connection with my mother.
She knows nothing about me, and the more I dwell on it, the more I realize I know nothing about her either.
I love growing up with my friends; I looked at a good friend this morning and realized how much she’s grown since we met. I guess I’ve grown too.
I love you like my heart beat, constantly and consistently. (And it will kill me if it stops)
I carry the weight of my parents mistakes.
It’s so heavy, I just want to make you proud.
If the chaos of my life ever settles down, I want a nice house with a big yard, a dog and maybe a few cats. I want to wake up and spend the morning roaming the kitchen in my underwear. I want to spend my days writing and maybe pick up some new hobbies.
I want to fall asleep next to you every night and fall in love with the thought of being alive.
I hate that there’s a stranger that walks around with my secrets.
Never again will someone make me feel the way you did.
Never again will someone know me the way you did.