the miserable life of a miserable teenager

Don’t think I’m not trying at all.

I am, it’s much stronger than me. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Like living with a disability, it effects me, always.

I want to stay, but I also don’t.

I think I’ll be alright, but I also don’t.

Please just, don’t let go of me.

I’m not strong enough to hold myself up on my own, not like I have been all this time.

I don’t want to fall, but some days I do.

It’ll never make sense to either of us, so for now, hold onto me. I’m a little unsteady.