Screaming At The Top Of My Lungs

"ill need your essay by 3:15 or you'll have to spend time after"

fuck off fuck off fuck off I leave at 130 you cant make me stay. you can wait until fucking midnight when I turn it in. you can fucking wait.

wonder why I don't have the energy or motivation to finish my school work. tired of teachers getting upset.

my teachers wouldn't understand or go easy even if I told them anything.

sorry I can't get the will to finish and turn things in. sorry I'm falling behind. sorry my grades just get worse each year. sorry I don't give a shit about anything.

i don't wanna speak, I don't wanna do any form of communication, I don't wanna type or write, I don't wanna talk. i don't wanna move. i don't wanna do anything.

again.

again.

again.

i just want to not exist, just wanna lay and rot, just wanna die.

i only hope that you never find me.

do they not get body language? no, I guess fucking not. stop touching me.

hate that I'm 19 and done with high school now

gotta actually find a job, especially if I plan on taking a gap year or not going to college at all

I need to stop going deep on my arm, its gonna bite me back in summer

nice weather now means once in a while room wasp

mind is being vaguely religious again

i love my boyfriend but I can't stand the thought of being perceived or seen currently. I deleted the photos I sent him last night this morning cause I couldn't stand it.