𝐹𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑜

i have the attention span of a gold fish. i wish i did not.

stop me

i had a movie-moment today... so my vehicle was parked in a lot and it was stuck... some random guy observed me struggle for a second then asked, you need help?
          
          and guess who said yes mwahahaha... romanticising normal kindness is so weird lol 

almost a year of a well exposed genocide... I feel guilty to be happy for anything on a personal level

i dont think that we mourn because someone/thing is gone, i think we mourn because the/it meant (in a good or bad way) something to us and now that they/it is gone, the time is gone as well. and the story is almost over if not for the memories. memories are traces. and once the holder of these memories is gone, the traces will get more and more vague till they completely fade away. and then there will be no traces left on the face of earth and no one will remember our story. maybe we mourn because parting away feels like it never existed even though end is the best evidence of existence.

i finally published the second chapter of my 3-5 year old book (that i have been scrapping and rewriting and scrapping and editing and scrapping and deleting and so on so forth)

la lala lalalalala

i scrapped my book after 4 years of writing and i do not even care anymore (i do but i dont)

why am i here again, i always end up here 

i feel too dumb to keep writing anymore