"i love paris in the springtime"
There seems to be an omission of something rather important from my life. There are many glimmers of possibilities but I don't see myself jumping onto anything, besides residing within my cave of a bedroom, that I have, in turn, turned into a hole of something reminescent of four walls containing valuable belongings.
I am learning not to expect anything anymore out of people.
Furthermore, individuals will let you down.
I am not melancholy, only reliving unattractive aspects of life.
More or less, because of an abscence of the self, yourself, and you.
[mainly just you, though].
I am learning not to expect anything anymore out of people.
Furthermore, individuals will let you down.
I am not melancholy, only reliving unattractive aspects of life.
More or less, because of an abscence of the self, yourself, and you.
[mainly just you, though].