taken from my story- Internet Grrl
i really don't understand everyone's obsession with Netflix in bed. Sure, Netflix is great and your bed is comfortable. But, why must your glamorize the vast loneliness most of us feel while watching Netflix in bed. Like listen up, it's Friday night and I'm watching the Heathers for the eighteenth time. I would adore to not watch the Heathers right now because, quite frankly, I'm bored. The reason this is happening is because I have like one friend who's busy. My parents and sister are out, cities away, talking important business. I do not wish to attend. I'm not a tumblr girl or whatever you ombré freaks call yourselves, I'm sitting in bed, wanting to cry because this is my life. My hair isn't in a cute messy bun and I'm not adding the Clueless screen page to my snapchat story. It's not like that. It's lonely and I'm looking at myself in my phone screen and dear God! I can't take myself!
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crying glitter and drinking stars
Poetrya collection of poems (random crap about the deep abyss of my fucked up mind and some poems about summer flowers and stupid love)