The world was so effortless when I dreamed.
When I dreamed I'd write, writing like nothing else is no holding back. Effortless tears and joy both imporent I miss writing things that make me cry, i miss the ones that make me smile. Connecting, personal intricate. Almost as if I was reading a memory.
I try writing and that leaves me with nothing. I'd rather brake the roles of writing then loose the worth of what I'm doing.
School's stressful and boring but I can't escape, My mind refuses to let me focus.
I can't be bothered with trying to read books even through I'm trying. Nothing clicks anymore
YOU ARE READING
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AcakUm can you read if yes then you can read this description and know I'm absolutely terrible my opinions on anime and other stuff plus me being random
