I can't wait to leave.

I hate these people, these unoriginal mirrors.

I’m getting so sick of all the fucking boo-hoo’s and last minute drama.

I’m so tired of faking friendships.

I’m so frustrated with people giving a fuck about all the wrong things.

When I leave, I become a ghost to everyone here.

When I’m gone, don’t act like you all fucking cared.

Eat.

My.

Shit.