Sometimes it feels like I'm a prisoner in a bubble I have created myself. It's days like today when words evade me and all I wish to do is crawl under the shadows and vanish. Escapism has never been a privelege I have been granted though.

I am seventeen and I have never broken a serious rule before.

I am sick of myself and my life and the person I am and the way I let people walk all over me. I fucking hate myself.