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

This city doesn’t care who I was back home

Short hair totally took my spark away

Being a survivor has been my worst experience