I feel like it’s all in my head. All of it. Like the stuff that I was certain of seems like it wasn’t really real. Like it was all a delusion. I guess I’m pretty delusional. I’m still here though. Don’t know why. Just am.
I don’t know why I’m here either. Sometimes I think it might be my last night here on earth. I’m glad you’re here still though. I don’t know you, but I’ve read your post. You’re hurt, passionate, lost. But there’s always a way to be found.
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I don’t know why I’m here either. Sometimes I think it might be my last night here on earth. I’m glad you’re here still though. I don’t know you, but I’ve read your post. You’re hurt, passionate, lost. But there’s always a way to be found.