There is not a hole big enough that can fit me.
I want to hide for forever.
My grandma is sick. My parents don’t want me to talk online about it. “Its or business not yours”
Uh since when did my grandma not be my business?
I just want to hide in a hole and just throw the dirt in over me…..or whatever makes poetic sense.
I can’t think. I try but the words comes out all stupid, maybe it’s cause I am.
I hate my life.