the miserable life of a miserable teenager

My life isn’t real. RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

I mean, what is this?

I look in the mirror, but that isn’t me.

I wish there was a pill,

that made me feel human again.

Maybe it’s the things i’ve smoked?

Or the variety of shit i’ve swallowed?

There’s no solution.

Every solution, causes a new problem to solve.