nights spent thinking too hard to put meaning into words not even intended for me gets extremely tiring sometimes. serves no point, but i try to find some sort of meaning in everything.
there is something on my mind but i don't want to write it down anywhere for fear of it actually being true, so i will just keep it to myself.


things i continue to dislike on a daily basis:
when you get followed into the fitting room. it just creeps me out.
cold summer nights. do not want.