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• My Life As Myself •

The creator of this blog is currently trying to be a proper adult. Here, they try to figure out life through photography, writing, music and the occasional existential crisis. Enjoy.

• My Life As Myself •

The creator of this blog is currently trying to be a proper adult. Here, they try to figure out life through photography, writing, music and the occasional existential crisis. Enjoy.

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habitsSadness corrupts me; just like the emptiness dissociates me from everything else. It turns me into a vessel with nothing within.

It makes me want to do strange things like lighting up a stolen cigarette, burning stray pieces of paper or taking long walks outside in the middle of the darkness without the help of a flashlight.

However, I hate the taste of the ashes; I’ve always feared fire and darkness only feels warm from my balcony.

But you have to keep breathing, even if just to be alive. Light is relative and uncertain, but even the possibility of a small shred of it is worth the wait.

So I keep at my odd hobbies; I explore my weirdest cravings in the name of living, maybe in the hopes of becoming a more complete artist.

 

 

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Opinions, side-eyed looks and the shitty atitude that goes with it all...

It pisses me off when you keep talking like I don't know any better.

And by saying that you're just concerned... it makes me wanna tell everyone to fuck off and run away to some other place, where nobody knows my name and the face that goes with it.

I'm tired - so goddamn exhausted - not even 12 hours of sleep will cure me.

I'm drained of everything I've never really had; and what's left is not much by the look in your eyes.

So leave me be, 'cause I'm never going to swim with the current anyway.

 

- a.c.

 

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