I can’t do anything right, I’m a mess, I’m obsessed with feeling ok
I don’t know much and I swear I’m not stupid, but observant is something I am not
I’m scared, don’t fuck this up
I know I need to relax
This is losing my attention, but I swear I’m not bored
I just need to find myself. I’m coming back
Don’t assume I’m happy because I’m smiling, I’m just nervous
Am I worth it? Am I wasting your time?
You’ve lived a life I can’t fathom, but I’d rather be a footnote than no one at all