29/07/26

I can't stop being nostalgic, and i can't stand it, the bad nostalgia.

Or maybe I just can't stand when she comes and I wasn't looking for her, just sometimes.

I live in a cycle, I can't let my parents go, I can't stop remembering that way I used to feel. But then I remember the good times and it stops.

I still have the same rage I had as a little kid and the only thing I could do was shut up and sit in a corner, hitting my thighs.

But now it doesn't make sense, I don't have anyone to blame anymore for feeling like I just want to disappear.