the new year. a fresh start to get to the same ending. life is perpetually on repeat until one day it just stops
I can never get enough sleep anymore. I lay awake in bed just thinking about things I have the urge to randomly vent out. Theres nobody awake at this hour. I feel as if i lost everyone i used to once know. this shit sucks. being alone is never fun. the world expects so much of me, but i’m still feeling this void. it all comes at once, and then for months, it’s desolate.
May the wind always be on your back and the sun upon your face and may the winds of destiny carry you aloft to dance with the stars
the dude abides.
you laugh at my dreams, but I dream about your laughter
Ernest Hemingway once wrote, “The world is a fine place and worth fighting for.” I agree with the second part.
I’m such an idiot. the end.
i should be used to this by now. the same life on repeat. i want what i can never have. a state of mind or feeling characterized by contentment, love, satisfaction, pleasure, or joy.
I knew I was powerless to help her. trying to live with dignity, in her dying eyes there was a plea for forgiveness and for solace. now vanished, just as her body will soon be lost, in the great mystery that surrounds us.
i dont know who i am i dont know where i am i dont know whats going on
.six fakes, soulmates.