i think about death alot, not in some gruesome way and not even in a poetic way. just as this quiet and still place where i dont have to try anymore. where im not heavy and the air isnt sharp. i crave it alot. but the world wont give it to me. instead, i get these endless days of "almost". almost okay, almost numb, almost forgetting its so strange how much space a person can take up while feeling ... » Continue Reading
ever since i was exposed to the hard truth of life (11 years old) i would occasionally find myself sitting somewhere feeling every single ache, every sting, every gnawing reminder that nothing good ever stays. i swear to god i physically cringe just thinking about what im going to type in the next few sentences, i know its going to sound REALLY fuckin emo but anyway, being full of pain feels like ... » Continue Reading
first post for the past few hours ive been crocheting and i pondered alot about why everything is inherently trash, starting with school. no one tells you how weird it is to pretend you actually care about quadratic equations when we all know were gonna get sucked into corporate hell and spend our days trying to stretch one paycheck across a life of overpriced bills, groceries, essentials etc and... » Continue Reading