sunny afternoons are so nostalgic. it’s like a glimpse of our childhood

to this day, you fall for people who want to give you their woundedness but not their kindness or care. a part of you still believes that only the wounded can see the shadows you keep in the hidden compartment of your soul, and that's why you've made yourself so good at loving the wounded. when will you learn? they come to be seen but not to see.

The problem people have with me is that I see them clearly

[through tears] yeah i remain whimsical

May I be released from wanting anything that isn’t meant for me.

btw I am doing it afraid

The stranged thing is happening to me. As time goes by, I feel that I live nowhere, and no place 'wants' me.

I am sure people will say that this is the typical "Search-for-identity crisis" that everyone goes through; but I am not sure they are right. I have been exposed to people whose only crises are the "What will I wear" and "What to do this weekend" problem. I wish that my state were that simple to solve.

people look so different once u don’t care about them anymore

the need to be perfect at everything is so crazy like why am I questioning my worth because I didn’t do great at something stupid

I knew that it was cruel
to be so optimistic, but, in my solitude, I couldn't resist the urge and spent entire days basking in idiotic fantasies, sometimes verging on prayer.

in another universe, i never ran from you. i stopped the bitterness from entering my bones, and i learned not to bite as much. in another universe i don't have to miss you, and in this one i'm sorry