19, the mess.












Friday, November 24

sorry youre too immature.

sorry i'm too indecisive.
sorry i'm too forgetful.

but sometimes sorry don't and will never solve it all.
if you know you're gna say sorry, dont do it at all.
these words are for me.

i was so disappointed in myself.

and you.
are so cold. like what you said didnt exist before.
how you expect me to do anythg?
so i just sit back. and see us rot to nothing at all?
superficial. it is all so superficial.
i dont see you running aftr me when i disappear from your life.
it's only me who gets out of breath.
just me.

and i dont understand whats going on at all
if you were to just give me a little bit of clue?
it's a two way thing. it's not just a 'oh sorry i can't say' which settles everything.
no okay?
it's communication. oh my god.
i rly dont know whats happening.

was told to blog but i know all which comes out would be all these shit
so im sorry.

im happy only cos of my family.

i dont wna be an emo kid clara i dont want to.
but you know there'll be buts.

prom was okay. hotel was wonderful.
hotel day 2 was beautiful.
day 2 night was satisfying.
today was.. okay.
after O's is.. messy.
everything's in a mess.

no break at all. tired.
so much courage needed for every single thing.
where's my drive?

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