Sometimes I wish things were not real.
Some moments I feel I want to be alone.
A room, by myself
Music flooding my ears as my pencil hits my sketchbook paper
Left alone, drawing and listening to myself.
But then,
There's that feeling. I want to be with others.
I want to be held, comforted.
I want someone to hug me tight, tell me things are okay.
But that's just a feeling right?
Well, that's why stuffed animals exists.
You would get made fun of, But that also isn't real.
So what is?
YOU ARE READING
random shit and thoughts
RandomThis is a vent page, so if you a stranger I don't recommend reading although so many strangers have read this already. I'm sorry, never vented b4 lol. Have fun ig? 😭
