There has got to be one point in life where you just feel like everything's at its breaking point, where everything is walking past you in oblivion, things you once held dearly to slipping through your fingers, all the thoughts that used to cloud your mind vanishing in an instant. Sometimes I just get so sick with everything that's going on, so tired and worn out out and i just don't wanna do this anymore. All these monstrosities inside of me, I'll never get be able to get rid of them. I wish my insecurities would fuck off.
Maybe one day I'd be able to write a more sane, less fucked version of all the reasons which are compiled at the top of my head (no haha i'm not talking about fandom)
I wish things were okay I really do
And then sometimes I don't really know what the hell I'm waiting for. This is such an angsty iamsoemoxxx.com kind of post yes I shall fade into obscurity now ...
Good night x