the miserable life of a miserable teenager

Big ball of fire in my mind. Most days, I can’t even remember their faces.

So, I group together.

Fuck all humans, they left me.

In my head, I know everyone already.

Any insult, expectation, insecurity, motif, they’re all the same at the end of the day.

I know, I’m too much for them.

Makes sense that every second of my life is overwhelming, when apparently I am too.

Nobody has time to think of their neighbour’s yard, when theirs is dying too.

I should understand their reasons, but how could I when I’ve seen the demons I’ll have to fight, alone.