when we were kids
we always dreamed of being old
being vets or police or doctors
and being free
from the terrible place called school
but what we didn’t know
was how hard it would be
we didn’t know
you had to work just to find a living
we didn’t know
just how free we were

dear reader,
if you’re going through a breakup
in an unhealthy situation
or it’s just complicated
this is for you:
if they don’t make time for you, don’t make time for them.
don’t sacrifice your heart to someone that wouldn’t do the same for you.
if they’re not treating you right, find a way to love and respect yourself enough
to get the heck out of there.
if they say they will change and they don’t change after 3 or 4 times, don’t let your heart get broken anymore.
learn to know when to let go, and if you don’t love yourself, you sure as hell cant love anyone else.

can i get a refund on life please
this **** was sweeter when i was younger

do any of us actually know what we’re doing
or are we all bullshitting our way through life
young adults want to live while they’re young
but are pressured to figure their whole life out while they still have time

the end goal is happiness
we all just have different ways of getting there

thank god i can’t write good poetry
the best poetry comes from pain and hurt if you ask me
so although i can’t write like i used to
at least it means i’m doing alright

i don’t know who i’m trying to be
but i refuse to be anything less than extraordinary