the miserable life of a miserable teenager

I want to punch someone,

Yet I don’t know who to start with.

In the end, it is me, isn't it?

I should be punching myself, right?

Where’d that come from?

The need to put myself down for anything and everything?

I didn’t pull it out of my ass.

“You’re just too much.”

Well shit, how do you think I feel?

I love it, it’s so fun and enough for me.

The anxiety, depression, ADHD, it all makes me so happy.

And the fact I might've been okay if it wasn’t for you, I could kill you.

Life for a life. Eye for an Eye.