Um… take from this what you will, but I quite like it.
Everything is too loud and also too quiet. I’m 16 years old and I don’t think I’ve ever loved a person correctly. Electricity is flowing through the air. I can hear it. I keep my hair tied up to stop myself from running my fingers through it. The flowers only appear when my mind is dark. How can something ache so much? I didn’t notice the snow melting until it was too late. Will anyone ever want me? I lost track of what my favourite colour is. My breaths keep getting shakier. Am I a bad person? Does it run through my veins? I can’t tell when people are lying to me anymore. Who’s telling the truth? Am I stuck this way? Why is everything too loud? Too quiet? Too much?
When did everything start hurting?