i mourn a time that is long gone and i fear the day when the past is all i can think about

idk about y’all but i love owning physical media. cause what do you mean i own it and am not paying some imaginary someone every month to have access. love that shit

„we accept the love we think we deser-“ wrap it up

i used to be so obsessed with the dark side of being a teenager. writing about it while living it. that now i feel like i forced hating it, so i didn’t realise how different mine was from everybody else’s teenage experience

gosh i was so much more creative when i was younger. where did that magic go to?

alright who is gonna bite the bullet and love and care for me?? cause this shit is getting tired

haha you’re so funny when you touched my soul in this very special way that made me yearn for you for the rest of my life hahahahahahhahahahahah

one day i’ll wake up and not worry as much

oh how bittersweet that i remember everything. but can never relive it again