who am i writing to? i don’t know, no one, or more specific, it’s me – myself.
i thought i could handle the loneliness, but when i really was, i realized that couldn’t… my family pushed me out long ago, no friends, no one to talk to, just some works and shits to keep myself from having enough time to feel anything, and waiting to die; well to be fair, good things tend to happen sometimes but ofc i f’cked them all up.
life is just a big-ass prison, no? we are all trapped, imprisoned within our own mind, we need to be told what to do […]