It fucking hurts so much. You know when you have this fantasy about your life, and how it could be? And then it's shattered. Completely shattered. The thing is, I live in my fantasy. It's my escape, my own little world. And when it's gone, there's no where to go. Reality killed it.
I can't wait to go to New York. I leave in a week. This place makes me sick. This house. This street. That fucking van. That school. This place... I want it to shatter, too.
Today, I felt something I hadn't felt in over a year. I thought I was cured, I thought I was going to be okay. I'm not. I want to just melt... I want to disappear. Everyone here is killing me. I need to die.
I can't wait to go to New York. I leave in a week. This place makes me sick. This house. This street. That fucking van. That school. This place... I want it to shatter, too.
Today, I felt something I hadn't felt in over a year. I thought I was cured, I thought I was going to be okay. I'm not. I want to just melt... I want to disappear. Everyone here is killing me. I need to die.