The wrong things have been prioritized.
The wrong people have been given emphasis.
Anxiety has ridiculed me.
I’ve been on a search for myself.
It hit me that I’m not lost.
I’ve known me the entire time.
I’ve just been afraid.
I miss you and there’s still two more weeks left.
I’m smiling for no reason.
This boy has done strange things to me.
I’m bullshit intolerant and have already had my fill today.
Stfu and move it along.