ouch, words.

i love metaphorical talk but sometimes i just wish someone would tell me the truth

also please don't try to find the meaning in this because there is none

this is just me writing and losing my mind

also it's 2:06 pm and i'm thinking about numbers and letters and colors and how we are all so weak

love doesn't really mean anything, does it?

if you had the choice of who you fell in love with, who would you fall for?

i'd choose to fall for myself because at least then i wouldn't be aching

and the one i loved would never leave or betray me. okay, that is a bit narcissistic

i need a break from humanity for now but please like my poems so i feel like someone gave me a chance even if i never gave myself one

honestly if you are thinking anything remotely negative about me tell me immediately. i need some inspiration.

actually. i take that back. if you hate me, only talk behind my back. i'll know that you hate me but i'll never know how much.

in elementary school when kids called me weird i took it as a compliment. now, looking back, i'm realizing the mistakes i made then and am trying my best to be remotely normal although i hate conformity in this society.

i only tell the truth when i write and when i play music and when i dream. don't you know, you can never lie in your dreams.