the miserable life of a miserable teenager

I have an entire wall dedicated to photos, posters and pretty much anything I can stick on. It’s not as cheerful as it may sound.

Those woeful words and pieces, do look pretty in all those colours though.

Thought I’d make an accurate representation of my mind. My mom doesn’t like it, but I do.

It feels real, me.

Whoever that is.

Some pictures I put up years ago. From friends, I don’t call friend anymore.

Should take them down, only strengthens the ghosts.

But I like nostalgia. It hurts, however that was a time in my life. A better time.