My name is Karissa, and I'm a mess. I'm loud, yet so quiet. They have yet to understand me. I don't know who I am, I don't know where I'm going & I don't know If I'm going to be okay. My friends are everything. I'm selfish, insecure and fully aware I'm good at fucking things up. I'm finding my independence, living day by day, trying to learn to be on my own. You can't hurt me more than I've hurt myself.
And I’m thinking I’d prefer not to be rescued.And oh, I can feel her, she’s dying just to keep me cool and I’m finally numb, so please don’t get me rescued.