Sometimes I worry I'm a little pretentious.
Not as a person. Not really. For that I'd have to have something to be proud of.
But in the way I come across maybe.
I like fancy words, honestly, they're fun.
They're new, sometimes.
Girl tapped the keyboard a few times, the ridges that made up her skin imprinted on the surface. A sigh inflated her chest before she bit her cheek.
I had imagination once. I remember.
I had dreams.
I had ambitions.
The years kind of passed...
I don't know in which moment I gave in to the meaninglessness of my existence.
But it's there, somewhere.
Blinkandyoudmissit.
