Take Your Gloves and Get Out

I’m tired of competing.

Why am I always wanting someone that I can’t have?

I need more friends. I hate having nothing to do on the weekends.
I don’t have anyone from my new school.
And nobody from my old school wants to even bother anymore.

I miss being able to rant here.
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I think that I just need to drop everything and move on.
None of it seems to fucking matter anyways. But okay.

So there goes my life, passing by at every exit sign.

niftey:

i wish there was a ‘i read your post and care, but don’t know how to respond’ button