It's a new year but there's no new me in sight. You heard me, I will continue to be just as mentally unstable as before and probably still won't have a life
It's getting bad again but I don't know how to tell my friends without sounding like I'm whining about the casting decision of our schools musical so I'll just tuck it away
Can't even tell my mom anymore cause she says "that's the way it is" to every single injustice I experience