the miserable life of a miserable teenager

Are you that naïve?

Everyday, I stop myself from putting you through my funeral.

And you think music is my problem?

Music is the only thing that makes me feel anything nowadays. Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

And you wanna take that away?

For my mental health?

It’s not something parents would understand. Parasocial relationships are definitely a newer idea.

It’s especially difficult when they aren’t currently living, but let’s not get into that.

I like choosing to ignore that, not like I would’ve met them if they were alive, they’d just be another desirable person, I can’t reach.

If I could meet them, I know they’d understand my pain. I know they’ve felt it too.

I want to curl into the speakers, make them see me.

Either way, I know they’ll wait for me.