been obsessively thinking about how I want to live my life to the fullest, or at least as full as I can while I’m here. Sometimes I feel like I’m not doing enough. Other times I feel like a stranger to myself. Idk what I’m saying. But for some reason every time I start to feel like this I always turn to my art
so it turns out that time actually does go by faster as you get older. just like how adults told me it would when i was younger. pisses me off
I like to be alone
There are things that it’s not very easy to fold neatly and put away.
growing up is such a bittersweet experience
Oh ok so it turns out ive been borrowing grief from the future ! it turns out ive been preparing to lose the things i love rather than basking in the light of them while they last. Maybe i should nt do that
Paris