Tomorrow I am done with high school. Well, it was a hell of a lot better than middle school.
It’s just depression. And that’s how I know that this whole moving thing is hitting home for me. I figured with all this stuff going on at once I would be stressed out and panicking, but I’m not. I’m just losing all motivation and energy. It sucks so much that this has to happen during my last few months of high school when I’m simultaneously experiencing senioritis. Everyone’s being ridiculously understanding, which I don’t even get. Why do they know better than me how I’m feeling? That sounds spiteful and sarcastic. I mean it in a literal sense. How is it possible? I hate what’s going on inside me right now, and I want it to stop, because I don’t want to become a pity case.
Birdy → “The District Sleeps Alone Tonight”
I’m sorry that I’m reblogging this and that I’m actually listening to Birdy because it’s commercial and all but I just really like her voice okay? :)
I don’t usually reblog stuff… but when I do, it’s this. And it’s freaking amazing.
it all looks different from this height, a city simplified
every home a tiny light, with a family inside
so we wave goodbye to mine
