I’m so full of Love that it’s turning me into a Cupid

Feeling like Jennifer but without the fun part

I hate this way of living I’m slowly melting down

I’ll forever be the angry daughter

Haven’t written anything in so long I feel like a basic person

I’ll kill myself on one of my birthdays so everyone can remember me in the most poetic way possible

This better all be just a nightmare

Nous ne pouvons jamais être heureux dans ce pays

I really need this to work

It’s like I’m 15 all over again

I’m so full of hate that it’s making me wanna fucking slit my throat omg

I never should’ve quit writing

She’d be so disappointed in me

I’d finally die in peace if I were fluent in French

I’m taking this as a sign

I feel so embarrassed for not reading and learning like I used to and this is bullshit

Gotta become obsessed with my potential