Writing

I see someone that I wish I looked like and I hope she is living a perfect life with the right body and doesn’t have to stay up as late as I do in order to feel things and doesn’t even know about me or what I do while I wait for things t

Why are they called white lies?

Why are they called white lies when they leave the deepest stains?

I wake and hear the pounding of rain on the roof

A type of giddiness fills my stomach,

My lips turn into a smile,

And I snuggle deeper under my comforter

For the first time in a while,

8:07 pm

i cannot fathom why i suffer

while these brown eyes stare back at me

i press my fingers to my reflection

the mirror is so cold.

"why can't i have eyes the color of the sky?"

i whisper to myself,

"I have a feeling, a terrible fear encroaching

That I'll never love a boy

The way I love the ocean."

-Maya Hawke, "To Love a Boy"

When you don't talk to me during class i think you hate me...

When you sit next to me, but don't say a word I think that you're just pretending to be my friend...