I don’t hate school because “i’m a teenager” no i hate it because who the fuck wants to wake up at 6 in the morning and go to a place where all you feel is stupid and judged. yeah no one ok
When I first met you, I felt a kind of contradiction in you. You’re seeking something, but at the same time, you are running away for all you’re worth.
I hope the exit is joyful and I hope never to return.
The last words of Frida Kahlo written in her diary (July 1954)