For reals.

I want out of here.

new people
new city
new school
new things
new culture
new life
new boys
EVERYTHING.


im so sick.


sick.
sick.


i can never trust anyone. ever.
after tonight.

i have fun all the time.
i love the people im with.
but i never know whats real.
its hard.
real hard.
and.
boys suck.
what the fuck.

why.
why.


tonight was good.
i had fun


but there are always things in the back of my mind.
and then im like, fuck.


this isnt right.
what we are doing.
and it needs to be changed.
but no one will say anything.
keep to ourselves.
and pretend that things will get better.
but they arent.
i know it.
and you know it.
and i miss you.
but do you miss me?

?