Nothing I ever say or do is ever the “right thing.” I’m so upset, I hate how any good moments I have always take a 180 and turn into misery. There’s no escaping it. I hate living and I hate that I hate living. I just wish I didn’t feel every single emotion so intensely and severely.

The rest of my peers are busy searching for colleges and taking AP classes, and here I am just doing my best to function semi-normally and it takes up all my time and energy. I feel so fucking broken and it’s so frustrating and hopeless.

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That awkward moment when you accidentally bust into a Stop and Shop before it opens because you think the doors are just being faulty and they’re actually supposed to open.

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November Blue