I want to be dead. So, people can remember me always. What's the point of living when your own family doesn't realize that you are special and how great you are? Do you want to know what they really care about? Mistakes. They are always trying to figure out on how to make me a better person. In conclusion, THEY WANT ME TO CHANGE. I'm just getting tired of it. I'm tired of people that are telling me what to do and trying to live up to everyone's expectations. Can't they just accept me? Appreciate me the way I am? Yeah, there is no point saying these crap. There's no creature that can understand and define a teenager.
Sometimes, it's not the person you miss.
It's the feeling that you are having with them.
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