endless amount of down days
i cant remember the last time i was properly happy
the last time i was proud of myself
i hate this person i have become
i want to graduate and see the world more than i want to wake up to hundreds of likes and comments from people i don’t even know
i dont need to post a picture of me half naked to be accepted and to be told i am beautiful like i needed them to confirm
i want to be happy and that means me being alone sometimes with only my own company
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princess jasmine
a fairytale poet
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