i am normal. for one goddamn moment. not the pile of skin and bones i have come to call home. i am just a teenager. please tell me that i am just a teenager because i don’t want to be alone.
i am normal. and you can’t tell me otherwise, because anger is a wall of fire i will build around myself to keep everything else out because i’ve been through enough.
so i am normal. so i am fine. so i am pretty, and perfect, and all right, and look at me with my blog, and my good grades, and my lovely social life.
look at me. look at me straight in the fucking eye and tell me any of this mattered. tell me it was worth it.
i mean, go ahead. try.
nothing you say is gonna make me believe it.