You owe it to yourself To evolve and to change You're not the character you made Do you forgive yourself for who you were in the past? You have to change, for your present, past, and future acquaintances. There's people that love you, that need you. Change.
A bad bitch with the messy hair Yeah, I've been on my own shit and I never cared So done with the good for nothing The, "Why so self-assured? You're bluffing"
You owe it to yourself To evolve and to change You're not the character you made Do you forgive yourself for who you were in the past? You have to change, for your present, past, and future acquaintances. There's people that love you, that need you. Change.
A bad bitch with the messy hair Yeah, I've been on my own shit and I never cared So done with the good for nothing The, "Why so self-assured? You're bluffing"
This is a collection of my decently unripe writing from the past few years, containing my experience with the end poem, parents, dysphoria, Minecraft, and online friends. Along with some pictures I edited, because words are often not enough. I hope you can find as much meaning in it as I did.