Words of a teenage escapist.

My, my, look at what we have here. A little girl a bit too young and a little too lost and just yearning to find herself again amidst all the chaos. She misses her best friend to an extent that whenever she looks at the girl with the tired eyes, there's a hole somewhere between the juncture of where things matter most and where things dwindle into soft gentle hums. She fervently hopes that the other girl is okay even though she looks all the worse for wear. It's cold these days even though the sun is shining, and inside her mind where her thoughts are sometimes too loud for her to take, she laughs at the irony. Because the weather is practically a manifestation of herself at the moment. Look bright on the outside, but feel cold enough to numb on the inside. Feel numb until everything cracks and you feel nothing anymore. Turn a deaf ear towards the people who take you for granted. Leave them hanging, make them feel less than worth it too. Because at the end of the day, this little girl's only got herself and still so much to prove.