I’m not the same everyday. There are times where I’m loud and chatty, and there are times when I’m really quiet. I don’t think I can define myself.
We write to taste life twice, in the moment, and in retrospection.
i feel like i am only existing. i want to be living. i just constantly feel like i’m missing out on everything someone my age should be experiencing. having a tight group of friends, real love, endless nights. there’s plenty more. i feel like something’s holding me down and i’m wasting my life away and before you know it it’ll all be gone.