Asya K.

I can’t seem to find my place in this world or this society and I don’t know my identity. I fear I never happened to create one.

I don't want to be present, I miss out on moments, I stopped taking pictures. I don't want to be seen. Ever.

"Who u learning from in the city when im gone ?"

luck will pass by a stationary object,

I hope my friends know how much I love and value them, I think about them everyday even if we don't talk anymore and our lives have changed, but I miss them so dearly and I wish only the best for them. They made me feel seen and loved and appreciated and never left out, I will forever miss the short time that we had together and I will always think about it. They're a different type of high that you'll never get to experience again

as if putting flowers in a vase will soften the grief and a walk by the river will help me forget