I’m a teenager….
I’m full of angst….
I type things… like this…
Because I think it looks dramatic….
There’s this guy I like…
but he doesn’t like me…
because, either I’m gay and he’s straight…
Or he’s gay and I’m straight….
or he’s dating my best friend…
Or he is my best friend….
Or I’ve been hurt… too many times…
And I can never …. trust anyone… ever again…
I like to think…
I’m unique… so tortured… so misunderstood…
So dark…. no one knows how I am inside….
When really?
I’m just like every other teenager….
I’m predictable… selfish… immature…
Lazy… entitled…