#realtalk

If you really knew me you would know that I am an 18 year old girl who just doesn't seem to fit in

I'm no poet
And I'm not a writer

I'm just another 18 year old girl trying to make it for one more week

If you knew me, you'd know that these past 3 years have been hell

And, #sorrynotsorry
But I dont think I'll miss any of you too much when I'm gone

I'm not gonna miss these world class wooden desks and plastic chairs

I won't miss the world class fake smiles and judgmental stares

I won't miss that world class 1% low fat strawberry milk in the vending machines

Or the puke green lockers lining the hallways

And I can promise you I'm not going to miss Amy Summers college prep class

I won't miss factoring equations
Or getting in trouble for talking during class

I won't miss you

If you knew me you would know that I am just another 18 year old girl

And I'm sorry but
#realtalk
I couldn't be happier there's only one week left

written for you forever ago

Look, I know we haven't really talked in weeks,
but today is your birthday.

And I know that nothing is the same these days,
but today is your birthday.

At this time just last year, you and I were different people than we are now.

At this time just last year, I would've done anything to make your birthday a good one.
And I did.

But its 11:47p.m. and your birthday isn't over quite yet
and I haven't wished you a happy birthday.

Maybe it's because you didn't say a word to me when I turned 18...
Maybe it's because every blog post you write breaks my heart all over again
Maybe it's because I know I don't matter anymore.

Maybe it's because I miss the sound of your voice
probably a little bit more than I should.

I don't owe you a thing,
you fucked me up and you put me here and
today is your birthday.

I know we haven't really talked in weeks,
but happy birthday.