It’s cramped
I feel suffocated
like a pillow over my face
my and it subdividing all over my brain
give me a minute
I have to gory back to studying
haven’t I shown you enough worthless for my own space
IM 14 I’m busy I can’t sit and talk about cooking
and you telling me I should get a boyfriend
I can’t I pulled a stalker
toning more sorry I can’t
sorry I’m the nerd kid that sits and
has a Handel on her future
I can’t sit and let venting pass me by
I’m i have to set goals
I cant ,let opportunities slip by.my fingers
you’re holding me back
i can’t sit and talk
About feelings
u can’t met you make decisions on my life when you
fucked up yours
Let me go
my hard work is falling behind me
let me go