This is sad but true. Nobody really knows the real me. My deepest secrets, my darkest thoughts, my wildest dreams. And I am fine with that. I am a complex person and I don't expect people to understand me.
This is making me cry cause it's true I was called stupid by a popular person who I've wanted to be friends with he called me stupid said it was luck that I got into my acceleration class he doesn't know how much that hurt If he read what I though or keep
I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I thought people would see it because ‘romantic’ doesn’t mean ‘sugary.’ It’s dark and tormented — the furor of passion, the despair of an idealism that you can’t attain.