who knows if i’ll be here tomorrow, or if you will. any of us?

what if the day i feel better i get hit by a bus. thats how life works, its just dramatic irony.

i want to die. i wont

Everybody thinks something is wrong. But no body wants to ask

Everyone thinks the have they have the answers. But no one asks the question.

The truth, im scared. Im so scared im not enough for so many people. Not pretty enough, skinny enough, smart enough. I don’t want to lose anyone, I don’t want to grow up, and I don’t want to change.

But at the same time, I want to be able to be my complete self, no worries, no expectations, no living up to other peoples morals. I want my nose pierced, tattoos that mean something to me and my hair whatever colour I want it to be. I want to do music because I love it, and not a subject that ranks well. I want to lie in bed all day when im upset. And go outside or go for a walk when its lovely weather. I want to learn how to draw, I want to paint something, I want to cover my walls with pictures of my favourite bands, of quotes, of people who inspire me. But instead im pulled down, for something I did two years ago. Because I’ve self harmed. Because people are ‘worried’ but no one checks and is legitimately concerned about my well being.

I want to move schools, three years ago, I want to be in a new environment, I want to stop putting pressure on myself. I want people to stop assuming im not okay.