Shout Out To All The Kids Who Aren't Good At What They're Passionate About, And Who Aren't Passionate

Shout out to all the kids who aren't good at what they're passionate about, and who aren't passionate about what they're good at.

We cry at goodbyes because deep down we know, the person who comes back won't be the same person who left.

Love hurts. People lie. Friends cry. Things die. Parents yell. You always try. You're never good enough, and you don't know why.

I used to think that love made everything better, I've since found out that it makes people jump off Bridges and swallow pills because some people would rather die than live with a broken heart.

It's so strange that Autumn is so beautiful yet everything is dying.