im never gonna get it right.
people are always going to feel miles and miles away.

i don't know if it's my fault or theres.
WHAT THE FUCK

millions of thoughts and feelings and aspects of self and places to go and things to want and opportunities to sieze and people who are foreign and books to read and things to say and feelings to express and miles to cover.

i want to sing and sing and sing and find the correct way to filter these thoughts of mine.




i am purple

everything is so boring and gray (in a calm way, though) and bland when darkness never see's daylight and The Return seems miles and miles away. i suppose it's a good thing. i mean, it is a good thing. but now i feel as if I'm left empty, stripped of my being and at the bottom of it all still lies the most fucking daunting aspect of everything.



insecurities haunt.

i have absolutely no idea what the fuck i am doing.

it's like no matter how steady things get or how okay things feel, loneliness is always an existing factor.

i just want some people who make me feel.

SO MANY STUPID USELESS FEARS THAT ARE SO HARD TO GET RID OFFFFFFF