31 May 2015 Last day of the month.
Sometimes I feel like I'm not mature enough.
Like I should get rid of all my books or take down my notice board full of old cinema tickets and photos.
Maybe I should start dressing better and do my hair nice.
Maybe even stop eating dinosaur shaped spaghetti.
I'm not sure why but you don't care if I don't change.
Neither do I.
I want you to like me and respect me yet I think you'll do that with me being just the way I am.
It's only just 9pm and I'm in bed but I don't care.
I've never been to a party or smoked but I don't care.
Some nights I hug my child hood teddy and cry to sad songs.
But you guessed it I don't care.
I'm just a teenage girl doing normal teenage girl things.
So what if I stay in binge watching an awesome TV show my friend suggested for me and not partying.
I'm being normal.
I'm guessing girls or just teenagers in general are forgetting how to be normal.
Yet I'm happy the people I hang out with don't care.
I don't care.
And I'm hoping you don't.
YOU ARE READING
The recollection of my misunderstood thoughts.
PoetryLife's a struggle and it's hard. There's nothing you can do. Just get trough it. I hate my life. There's nothing new. But when the sun is out and the sky is void of clouds you can't help but feel a smile is overdue
