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                                                                say it for long enough and it won't make a difference

no, she will not take it anymore (hopefully)

no, she does not have rickets. she was just pretending to play the bass.
(passer by-ers, say wassup)

no, she is not doing nothing. she was just thinking about how to not make a mistake.
(managers, shut the fuck up)

no, she is not ignoring you. she just really dislikes stupidity.
(parents, do they ever stop?)

no, she is not stupid. she just doesn't want to cause a scene.

(everyone, pour some more liquor in my cup)

her eyes are droopy and her heart is sad.
her neck has sunk into her back.
they are one. not like herself.
she feels like she is dying on the inside and out.
what can she do? she would leave her uncomfort for a hug.
but who would give it? she is not to them as they are to her.
expectations.

ay, i've become a sop.

and so quickly jhene aiko meant nothing to her.
so quickly frank ocean wasn't making her cry so much.
so quickly she realised she wasn't so sad anymore.
and so quickly she was falling in love.

did she know what she would become?

the glint in her eyes. hopefulness.

happy to be living. happy to be young. happy to be having fun. happy to not be caring about all the shit she will care about when she is older.

the semi-smile on her face. naivety.

unknowingness of the true world. unable to see true hurt. unaware of what is to come.



well it's all gone to shit now.
life.

she wants to met-ro-no-my it up!

she's getting bored again.
she's getting sad again.
she needs that bass guitar.
she needs to focus on something she,
wants to focus on.

she w...



she just realised why she writes on here.





















because noone else cares.

jerknee 2 da senter ov dee erf

she's on the bus. her friend calls. she doesn't pick up. she doesn't like to talk on the phone when on public transport. she doesn't like to talk on the phone, in general. she'd rather talk in person.

she's walking home now. she calls her friend back. her friend is sad. she can hear it in her laugh, and in the sigh at the end of it. she sees her neighbour. he smiles. the smile that says: 'don't tell anyone i'm smoking again'. fake. she walks into her garage and sees black shoes on the doormat. she thinks it's her cat. it's not him. he's dead.