and i’m so sick of nineteen, where’s my fucking teenage dream? if someone tells me one more time “enjoy your youth,” i’m gonna cry and i don’t stick up for myself. i’m anxious, and nothing can help. and i wish i’d done this before, and i wish people liked me more.
“¿cuál de taylor swift te sabes? yo solo me sé algunas de las viejas.”
aclara su garganta de manera dramática.
“ROMEO, SAVE ME. I’VE BEEN FEELING SO ALONE.”