I guess this is growing up
;
tear stained pillows every night.
Staring at yourself naked in the mirror.waiting for a text that
will never come. wishing impossible things like, narrower thighs
or pretty hair. it's a vicious cycle of being to scared to help
anyone and being abandoned by everyone when they are the same.
growing up is feeling self-conscious enough about yourself to
break down crying in the school bathroom, and the horrible
panicking that comes when you leave your eyeliner at home. When
your parents are screaming at you about your grades, and
screaming at you because you came home drunk, and screaming at
you because they hate your friends, and you can't do anything
right. I don't think i'll ever know if it's just me passing time
like this, so painfully, or if i am just crying over something
everyone else can be so brave about
