Flew home, back to where we met, stayed inside, I was so upset. Cooked up a plan, so good except, I was all alone, you were all I had. Love you - you were all mine. Love me - I was yours, right? I was yours, right?
"My family is suffocating me with pressure to be a perfect student and daughter." (r.i.d)
people always ask me why i’m going into teaching instead of being a writer.
the number of notes on this in less than 24 hours and the number of people who said “same” or “exactly” or “about me” - that’s why. there is so much fundamentally wrong with our system. The only way to change it is from within.