pink in the night
Dreaming about you made my mind not to wake up from it.
It’s as if I’ve made myself weak from loving every bits of you
My social media feed consists of my depressive state, food, my gayness out of control but to be crystal queer I’m a pan, my anxieties, my undying love for fiction and now I realized I’m kinda a mess. I absolutely love it.
I wouldn’t have it in any other way
Maybe someday, I’ll get to see Katie Mcgrath and it’d be perfect.
I’d give up everything just to have a moment with her. Wth. I’m really not straight. Oh well
I am done not knowing where I should go or where I should be. I’m exhausted of thinking what I should do or what the future would bring. I’m admitting it tonight, that someone like me is as broken as a shattered glass. But I am also picking it up, little by little. Even if I had to touch every broken part of me. I am admitting that I cannot be repaired or be put together for now. And I think it’s okay. I may be hurting but I am also trying. Surviving. Breathing. I may not be living but at least I know what’s up and what’s not. Because I know, someday, if I might get clever or worse... get worse. But it’s still okay. I’m not hiding my broken parts anymore or denying every part of I am. They’re fragments of my life and they deserved to be acknowledged.
It happened too soon when it shouldn’t.
See? The thing about you is you never really left. You have given me more than just a scar and I wish you didn’t.
Isitjustme