This used to be my diary admittedly quite public for a diary but I guess thats the seeking instead of settling mode being a queer teenager catapults you into so everyone ventures online in hopes of finding likeminded people when all there was was the solitude of our own minds. And now i cant say shit any more and don’t know where to take it and my brain is perpetually fried and idk how to break the loop. I feel like I woke up in the matrix or something. Facing myself and so many old wounds I covered up with a lot of bullshit for so long I actually started to believe they were gone but really its neglect. Which makes me feel not only like im back to zero but like I waste a lot of time. Ugly feelings and idk what to say. Find grace

I showed my friend a photo of this iconic german actress on my phone and on our way home he told me to look at the lady next to me and it was her

I asked this lady on the street in Paris for a cigarette and she replied I’m sorry I’m not even present at the moment.

why did i need the arabic world cup commentary to realize i need to change my life