girlhood is having the urge to destroy your life once and for all and then adopt a new identity.
sometimes i wonder if i’m asking for too much when i wish for someone to love me the same way i love.
everytime i have to face reality an angel loses its wings.
my soul hurts when i’m on my way to school and walk past a group of people who are going to the beach.
me remembering that i’m growing older and can’t stay a teenage girl forever:
would you still want me if you realise that i’m just a melancholic girl with issues and weird interests?
i’m not sure if it’s a blessing or a curse,
being able to see the good of everything.
“she’s literally me”