blues

I won't pursue anything, i'll be nothing for a while.

im so loved

maybe the reason i cry about you is that we actually share something real...

growing up and changing constantly is so weird, it feels like im stepping out my comfort zone. but that's just how life supposedly is.

it's march again and the ghost of you still lingers

i have so much love to give but idk what to do with it

i tried every something to be everything.

i wanna die but my friends birthdays are on my reminder. i wanna die but i think of my future daughter. i wanna die but i think of the outfit i will wear for next week. do i really wanna die?

change is scary sometimes but change is like painting a new piece of art in a new clean canvas. it's up to you what to do— new colors, new perspective, new styles, new everything.

why am i yearning, longing, grieving for something i never lost or i never had

to feel things deeply is to be human

i will always wonder but refused to know the answers

I don't feel like myself anymore. idk if im losing her or she's already nowhere to be found.