Just when I think I can catch a break. I’m forced to do something I absolutely despise. But does anybody care? No! Why the **** would they care? They’re doing what is “best for me”. You’d think the thing that’s best for me would bring even the slightest bit of joy, wouldn’t you? 

To make matters worse: it’s the ******* second week of school and I’m already dying! GREAT! I can’t wait to go have awkward conversations with the most random people on my classes about “wHaTs YoUr FaVoUrItE fOoD?”.

Like I couldn’t be bothered to care. But I have to, otherwise I will have no future!! Wouldn’t that suck? 

This isn’t even a quarter of what I wanna talk about.

I feel like every single time I open my mouth to say something, it backfires. I never know WHAT to say. I make a fool out of myself, and it only adds to the “Mistakes I’ve made” list that’s over 4 planets long.

My friends are making terrible decisions in school, and I worry so much for their health and well being. But no, they don’t care, because they’d rather be “cool” and ruin their bodies then listen to what’s best for them…

What’s.. best for them.. 

See, that’s what caring sounds like, not making someone do something they don’t want to. 

I already went on too long. 

Whether you care about this or not, thanks for reading. Talk about your problems, don’t, because there’s always somebody out there who cares. Wether that person is you are not.. I couldn’t be damned

-TwoSide 

(P:S, I’m trying my best to reconnect with God, so my swearing will try to get better. Forgive me)