the miserable life of a miserable teenager

And I’m fine with that, used to it.

I sit in my bed alone with a black hood on and earbuds blasting music.

I’m not cold, or in the mood to dance. I just wanna feel alone. Safe, from judgement.

I don’t want to feel alive,

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I’d rather be nothing, nobody.

My room mopes with me. Dark and messy, how it should be.

People keep telling me to think about my future. I don’t want my future.

It’s rotten, cursed.

I’m better off as nothing, nobody.