Izu

I’m afraid of growing old and dying without ever truly creating something of value.

I fucking hate everything. Sometimes I want to crawl into a tiny ball and disappear.

Everything sucks.

I feel like I have so much to write and talk about, yet I can’t find the words. I wish I could express the jumbled up mix of elation, relief, worry, sick-to-my-stomach anxiety, happiness and everything in between. I wish I could express how this song makes me feel. I wish I could explain everything.

Turning up is fun and all, but sometimes my ideal Friday night also involves finding good music, looking up fashion inspo albums and looking at pictures of succulents and aesthetic living space layouts.

One moment I just want to be away from people and left alone, the next I deeply crave some kind of intimacy. Not sexual, just...emotional intimacy? Like we don’t even need to talk or anything, we just need to be.