It’s almost 3am and my mind keeps getting louder. Wish I had someone to talk to. Wish I could quit life some days. Wish I could actually have time to grieve. Wish I actually had time off of school and work to sit and try to find myself again. I feel like a distant form of my old self who I’ll never be again. That’s just life I guess.
im not even a 2nd choice im like an 8th choice sometimes a 10th