I may fabricate wars around me to distract from the one within, but I realize now that more pain does not cure pain. This battle zone may be an artificial reality of my mind, but the wounds always go deeper.
So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would open up, unfolding quite wonderfully, if only you were interested in them.
I don’t like to get angry. It doesn’t make me feel good. It is very human, but it’s also a loss of control, and I like to have that kind of control.
like I really hate how yall be fake deep and over analysis the most simple and basic things, like it’ll a spec of dust and yall be like “ wow ok but this really is making complicit issue of manipulative earth that’s not even abstract or healthy like why do we even cheer this type of behavior on” like literally, lit-tra-lee shut the fuck up. yall been clocked in all day, log out bitch, take ya lunch break, take that last 15 min.
A book… it’s a world all on its own too. A world made of words, where you live for a while.
I don’t necessarily agree with everything that I say.
wnq-writers
Looking up to the stars is never pointless. It can correct your point of view on many things, but most important: it can make you happy, it can heal your soul.
