how can you expect me to be good in everything, how can you expect me to have good grades all the time , how can you expect me to look lovely, when i am just a human. my creaking heart is already trying to survive from this riot and i am just this little to almost lose myself in this transitory hallucination
donβt you dare expect me to be something, even if itβs for my own good. i am my own good. and iβll make it out alive
any thoughts or sugesstions? thank you for reading