Tell me we're close to being stable, to have that. Tell me i will love my body, tell me the world isnt going to end.
How can it be so unimportant, how come we walk pass misery, how come we say, « it's just a cigarette »?
How come we suffer and how come we love, where we said we wouldnt feel anything anymore ?
Will my friends and i stop hanging out, our proximity slowing dying ? Dying like everything, like my plants, like my motivation, dying. Everything is dying, so what's the point of it all ?
YOU ARE READING
in my 18yr old mind
Spiritualea key to my soul hi there !! I basically like to write small pieces of text in english as I live my chaotic and teenage life. Read it, don't, I couldn't care less 🫶🏻
