Huh.
Well I like to write poems and sometimes I put poems together and make them into songs…
But last night my parents were making me feel all poopy because they were like ‘I DON’T LOVE YOU, BLAHBLAHBLAH’ and I’m sure you get what happened after that.
They make me honestly turn into a nervous wreck when they fight and I just kind of… space out and panic to the point that I go into a tachycardia attack.
During their last fight, I wrote in my notes on my phone, and this is all I put.
Don’t worry about me,
Don’t fret over it.
I’m in a constant battle with my heart and my head.
I… kind of like it. Because it fits other points in my life too. And I think it might for other people.
And this is a long and pointless post.
