the miserable life of a miserable teenager

Clinging on to any “sign” to stay. I looked into astrology, made a lot of sense. Tried to show my family, but before I could speak, my brother groaned and threw his head into his hands.

Don’t call me dramatic for losing every ounce of excitement I had to share something that interested me with my family. What do you expect?

I’m a people pleaser, if you aren’t pleased with what I’m doing, I stop. And shut down.

Doesn’t matter if it pleases me, I don’t wanna end up lonely again.

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The numbers on my clock are not messages from my guardian angel. It’s only the time.

I need to escape the illusion, that I matter.

That I’m destined to do something.