Just Another Girl
hplyrikz:

Clear your mind here

hplyrikz:

Clear your mind here

I want to quit school

See you only talk to me when you need something. Like someone to complain to or someone to feel bad for you. As soon as you get what you want you close me up like an old book and throw me on the shelf until you need me agin. The sad thing? I stay on the shelf and wait

I have really bad anxiety and stress and it’s only been 8 days of school

I miss it. The old days I mean. When everything was in order. The only tears I cried were because I scraped my knee. The hardest math was 45+27. Science was watching a butterfly. English was called language arts and all we did was read in a corner to a stuffed animal. Gym was playing games every class. Health was about brushing teeth. Social studies was about where we lived. The only language we had to take was English. When I saw the light of day after school. When tests were front and back pages. Bullies were the people who took your crayon. The only cutting was with scissors for a project. Coloring was a daily routine. When putting makeup on was special not part of our everyday routine. When you could be friends with everyone and boyfriends and girlfriends didn’t really exist. When the latest we went to bed was 9:30 and the earliest we woke up was 7:30. When everything was okay and perfect and nights weren’t filled with tears thoughts weren’t filled with stress