the miserable life of a miserable teenager

And backwards day is over. Messing up the little work I had left to do.

Shame, they built expectations in such little time. Why do they always forget the years I spent breaking them?

It’s back. With it, all the defeats.

I don’t wanna go to school.

I don’t wanna plan for my once again despised future.

Ripped out the seeds,

I just planted.

Need I remind you, I am broken.

Some glitches slip through.

But in the end, a crumbled paper can never look new again.