a soul that so desperately seeks refuge, after countless attempts, & numerous threats, to end their life , never goes on with it. i’m starting to think you really don’t want to die.

i know a girl, i don’t know her but i know of her. she’s the type of girl who yelps at mere tragedies. i’ve been through the same sadness, i’ve dealt the same traumas, i’ve been at the end of the same rope she claims to always be at. she does the things to me that she judges others for doing to her. she puts me in the situations she moans and groans on and on and on about. i don’t know what i did to deserve this quiet hatred, unbeknownst to me, it may be the fact i have the one connection she may lack.

doughboy summer

trying to read more books, gonna try Erewhon’s sea moss gummies soon. (no planned date in mind)