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,

that sounds tiring.

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.

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I’m better off as nothing, nobody.