I over think and over analyze and create puzzles pieces until they fit me
I like to be quiet, but fuck why can’t anyone else see the picture I’ve created and take steps towards changing it?
Why can’t i get my slam poetry in order and it all comes out like a rant
Comes out as anger
I feel fuckin worthless, a puzzle no one wants to play.
All fucking middle pieces, no edges
Can we can some structure in here?
Sore loser
No fat girl does not want to go to a party with you
Yes fat girl will use every excuse not to go
You say I’m salty, not taking your offer and promise of fun with people i don’t know who just want to see you , and will not be very eager to meet, fat girl at party
Im taking steps towards not feeling like shit so
No.
Fuck no, i don’t want to go to your party.
I just want to be somebodies priority and not a fucking after thought.
In romance
In friendships
By family
How foolish we are
to give ourselves away
so insistently
to those
who never asked for us.
How foolish it is
To think that we
can own a person;
that they are ours
and ours alone.
I am yours
As you are mine.
Not at all.
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