i wear the grades like a mask, convincing everyone but myself. even in the things i love, it feels like someone else’s hands are moving through me, creating things i don’t deserve.
when will they notice? when will i?
i have this overwhelming feeling that in every aspect of my life, i am a fraud
do you ever feel like the weight of a word is heavier when it’s whispered? like lowercase letters carry all the fragility of a breaking heart, soft and unsteady, afraid to be seen but desperate to be heard? sometimes i write like this, as if quiet will make it easier to be brave.
you remind me of so many things fresh rain on gravel flowers in the summer and spring the stars at dawn happiness joy love because they were all gone too soon. i miss you i miss you so much
Forget Olvidar Oublier Vergessen Dimenticare Vergeten Esquecer Unutmak Zapomnieć Glömma Unohtaa Glemme Lupa Pozabiti Zaboraviti Elfelejteni Uita Pamiršti Aizmirst Glemme Forglemme Kuliwa many languages later And I still can’t forget
Depressed and angry at the world I put a pencil between my teeth My last resort I hope with all I have It will make me feel better
My mom once told me that the physical act of smiling could make you happy, and that putting a pencil between my teeth and not letting my lips touch it counts. Whenever I'm in kind of a bad moment like now I think of it. Sometimes I do it when I've tried everything else I can bare, like right now.
(This note was written by your clothes that you wear everywhere and see all that you do. Luckily, they don't care)