the miserable life of a miserable teenager

Thought one day someone would see me act. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Just thought one day, I’d be

someone.

Maybe mean something.

Doesn’t seem achievable now that i’ve failed life.

Who’d wanna watch another movie about

a depressed failure?

Seven billion people in the world.

What makes me different?

Because I can lie with makeup on?