One day, I’ll figure it out and get things together
shout out to the 90% of my followers that dont like reblog or message me at all but still follow me for some reason
Are what make me happy to make myself happy. You can’t please anybody 100%, 100% of the time. At the end of the day, you’re all you have. Always.
Have you any idea the
Shit that I’ve gone through?
Feelings I harbor, all this pent up resentment I hold on to
Not once you call to ask me how I’m doing
Letters, you don’t respond to ‘em
"That’s not fair," I said aloud, smiling, as if the empty, disheveled band room could hear me. "You tricked me into thinking four years was a very, very long time."
Bringing this up again because relevant
I have more fond memories of my middle school band room, but I’d still apply this to both high school and middle school.