I’ll forever be a dork
I’ll forever be a daydreamer
I’ll forever love sigur ros
I’ll forever want to fly
I’ll forever long to be normal, knowing everyday it will never happen
I’ll forever lay content with who I am and being irritated with it at the same time
I’ll forever love my friends and adore them to chunks of crayon that lay waste on my piece of paper
I’ll forever love films a whole bunch of flowers
I’ll forever love photography like a fat kid loves cake
I’ll forever be a geek, a nerd, a square, every word that refers to my dorkiness
I’ll forever be comfortable with people knowing how much I love cartoons and candy
I’ll forever be Hannah Rose Dostine
I could go on but why should i
It’s boring me so why would it be making you smile
Whats the point of having meaningless facts about my personality viewed on this screen
I’m nineteen, jobless, broke, have medical conditions, cant talk, cant dress, is too good and sweet for her own good, hates being so nice and forgiving for her own good when she bottles up the real pain
Hates not being able to explain herself
Not being able to communicate and articulate, I wouldn’t be surprised if I actually have autism
I cant fucking breath right now
And I’m sure these useles facts about me are also not what you wanted to read
So why am I still typing
Whatever.
I guess I presume too much. But am I right?
Mhm.
Happy endings everywhere
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