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.

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. Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

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.