I fucking hate dreaming and I want it to stop.
I don’t want to be reminded of what I really feel, just when I have been successful at denying and forgetting.
Trust no one.
Life would be better if I wasn’t so bright, if I didn’t ever notice anything. But I do.
The moment summer begins, I’m gonna radically reform the colors of this blog.
Right now, I am about as miserable as they come. I feel queasy about everything in the world. I didn’t feel any better while I was asleep, but at least I wasn’t so damn self-aware about it. When people have lied to you your entire life, lies are all you see anywhere, and they sting you like used needles.