Dear Parents.

(this is not meant to offend anyone this is just to really express my feelings.)

(i recommend you hearing check the song dear parents by tate McRae while reading this.)



we have alot on our mind.
we have a few friends left we left the rest behind because people change.
we're stressed out but always "fine"
they be asking but we can't describe.
but it can't be fixed with age.

I hate the way you call me dramatic, immature because we just don't wanna talk to you about our personal problem.
you think that we're overreacting?
well I'm thinking, well I'm overthinking quite alot.

they say we're crazy, problematic and useless making stupid excuses.
to make a bad decision when we're hurt.
we're not crazy romantics but we still know what a heart is.
and once its broken it hurts so much that will make us change.

we know more than what we tell you.
but we can't always put it into words.
and we don't cry because we want to.
but you'll assume that its because they are another dramatic person.

school has been a terrifying one.
we're afraid that there will be no one that can fix us when we're back to pieces and pieces again.

please understand us.