Lungs feel like they’re ripping apart with a heavy chest, the haze is drowning the bad cough.
‘We make our own fairytales’
The worst enemy to creativity is self doubt.
Dear Diary,
I need to be strong again, alone.
Oh, I think I’m falling—can’t hold on no more.Enough is enough, enough is enough—just gotta let go.And as my grip unwinds, I feel your hand in mine.No, I never felt, never felt like this before.
Let’s just say I’ll be coming back one day.
My short term goal is to place this in my room and stare at it as I stone.
Heheh
The heart, can anyone live without it?
Emptiness, too deep a hole to fill.
Soul, foggy.
Can a human live like that?
Some people bring stupidity to a new height
Dear diary,
and as i reflect upon the nostalgic photos,
i realized my youth is gone.
Lost.
Want.
Self improvement, invisible.
A music video with real feelings.
It’s blue, green, nope it’s grey.
Take me away.
