the miserable life of a miserable teenager

Clinging on to any “sign” to stay. I looked into astrology, made a lot of sense. Tried to show my family, but before I could speak, my brother groaned and threw his head into his hands.

Don’t call me dramatic for losing every ounce of excitement I had to share something that interested me with my family. What do you expect?

I’m a people pleaser, if you aren’t pleased with what I’m doing, I stop. And shut down.

Doesn’t matter if it pleases me, I don’t wanna end up lonely again.

My opinion will never be important, there’s bigger things at work.

The numbers on my clock are not messages from my guardian angel. It’s only the time.

I need to escape the illusion, that I matter.

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