#defnetones

My blog is about my mood swings and thoughts, thats why it messy af :p

I feel like the living dead. My mind is sore, my body is tired—aging. My heart feels heavy on my chest, my hair greasy, and my eyes red. My stomach is empty. Days pass by; I only do what I must. I still try for a future that isn’t guaranteed I will be living. I don’t want to stay here—staying here is the last thing I’d want. But I can’t leave either. This toxic gas is the only thing I’m inhaling that keeps me solid. All my doors and windows are locked; I haven’t been outside in forever. I don’t know what the outside world looks like. Will I rot here forever? Will my hair take roots here? Will my skin get wrinkled, and all I ever have had be my knowledge and desire to learn?