I am a teenage introvert:
My bed is unkempt and I long for forgiveness - mainly from myself and possibly my mirror
I worship the cynical and complain how much I hate school - even though I hate when I stay home
My fingers are etching maps in my head, while I form an excuse to skip, even though I never do
I look for acceptance, anywhere. No one uses words anymore and the rooms are silent.
Miscommunication starts fights so I never speak up. Late nights on Netflix - succeeding at nothing
I am a teenage stereotype:
I save for concerts and buy cd’s. I long to drive someday and having the prospects of college. Filled with wanderlust I cry myself to sleep. Dreaming of not waking up - but getting home sick at home.
I am confused.
Feb 22, 2013
Feb 22, 2013 at 12:59 AM UTC
I am a teenage introvert:
My bed is unkempt and I long for forgiveness - mainly from myself and possibly my mirror
I worship the cynical and complain how much I hate school - even though I hate when I stay home
My fingers are etching maps in my head, while I form an excuse to skip, even though I never do
I look for acceptance, anywhere. No one uses words anymore and the rooms are silent.
Miscommunication starts fights so I never speak up. Late nights on Netflix - succeeding at nothing
I am a teenage stereotype:
I save for concerts and buy cd’s. I long to drive someday and having the prospects of college. Filled with wanderlust I cry myself to sleep. Dreaming of not waking up - but getting home sick at home.
I am confused.
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