sorry for keep saying and doing the wrong things

they should invent a society where no one can reach you

it's time i stopped pretending this shit isn't hurting

why am i scrolling. what am i hoping to find

perfectionism is in itself a form of shame

to go or not to go

i'm just very, very lonely

anyone want to lie down on the grass with me?

i overshared too much i lost my cool

i miss the times when i was and not i tried to be

oh how silly of me

shit. i keep overstaying my welcome

i shouldn't be stressing over THIS

slow days passing by, it's never been like this, or it has always been the same

summer is coming and you know what it means

i mean sure i'll keep moving on but i'll be bitching about it all the way up

the tree you grew up with have not forgotten you

their branches still whisper your name in the breeze

and their roots remember the paths your feet once traced through their shades

sort of don't want to write about it but sort of do