#nightalks

i don’t know how not to feel anxious or i don’t know how people live with all this struggle. how they make it? sometimes i feel like broken toy or unfinished broken canvas or ruined paint. maybe i should read some memoirs. these days i crave something good something peaceful so badly. i think a lot about people who lived before me and their troubles and trying to find some hope i think i don’t know. one day i won’t be here either and earth will keep spinning anyway.i know it sounds like a cliché, but struggling and not living life sometimes puts me in an existential crisis. just random thoughts. hope things gets better for everyone. i dont know.