not to be dramatic™️ but I literally don’t know who I am

i want people to unknow me

(voice of a person spiralling) its embarrassing but i still havent figured out if its ok for me to be alive

(no beers in) So how do you perceive me in the privacy of your thoughts

sleep is stolen time. don't let them take it from you anymore. tonight. we are staying up. til one billion o clock.

they call me the endurer the way i endure and endure and endure and endure and well u get it

can yearning make you sick

can desire kill you

i think that i deal with a lot of [remembers this isn't my diary] Nothing. i've never had a problem

ever since i was a little girl i knew i never wanted to be a man's wife

hearing a beloved friend say the words 'can i be mean for a sec' is like watching an angel descend from the heavens and kiss you on the forehead

real yearners miss shit that never even happened