the miserable life of a miserable teenager

I just need a friend.

A hug.

A shower.

A joint.

A baseball bat.

A life.

I’m alright though, haha don’t worry.

I’m a loner, by choice, right?

Couldn’t even tell you if I want company.

Somedays, it’s all I need. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Somedays, it’s the last thing I need.

Nobody wants to wait long enough for me to figure it out, so I stay in the dark.

How could somebody be willing to spend their time with a bummer, a lowlife.

If my time was spent with another soul, maybe I wouldn’t have time to be depressed.

Or maybe, they’d leave me more broken than before.