i want to die
but honestly not actually.
it’s things like forgetting my headphones after having a bad day at school
or not plugging in my phone as soon as i wake up that ruin my days.
or the quick and rapid chatter of bigmouths and their gossiping pinecone personalities. things like taking five more seconds than usual to get ready in the morning
or when my friends text each other and i was not included in that conversation even if i didn’t actually want to be in it in the first place, i just wanna fit in.
things like seeing the sun peek from behind the clouds just to taunt me
or freezing cold weather when i just wanna be warm.
things like my stomach grumbling in a dead silent room
or when the static in my hair becomes so excessive that i have to douse water on it until it stops being so disagreeable.

it’s things like these that make death seem so simple and delectable
it’s things like these that remind me that i shouldn’t die so i can relive happy moments and not always surrender to the depression