i like my mum's cooking.

20 days untill i graduate highschool and can get snake bites. 41 days untill the HSC begins and then i can finally put it all behind me. 66 days untill i turn eighteen and then i can finally live my life. i do not like to be treated like a kid so please don't. i can look after myself. sometimes i just like to be left alone and not say anything for a while. i didn't know it was a rule that i have to talk. i need space, i don't like to be surrounded with people asking me things all the time or talking to me about pointless crap that i don't need to hear. sometimes i just want to lock myself up so i can breathe. that doesn't really make sense, maybe i should lock myself up in a open field so i can be free. that was gay and poitless. i just don't want anything. i don't need anything. i'll be fine when i will be. but right now i just need my peace. xoxo.
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