I also wish life was fucking simple. And I alternate between wanting gentle love and violent passion. Depends on the mood. I wonder who wrote this. I think it's universal but specific - I relate to some of it. I’m not sure how I feel after reading it, especially reading it out loud. I feel a little raw. I feel young and inexperienced. I’m looking at myself in the mirror right now and it’s so strange that my face is my face. You know what I mean? I think like that a lot, I’m not going to lie - I don’t really know what to write about. That was… a lot to read. Wow. I am looking at my face in the mirror again. I look tired. I am tired. In a general sense. Tired and confused. I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know. I also don’t know if I responded to the prompt the right way.
AAAAAAGGGGHHHHH
FUCK
Sitting and thinking now. Hmm.
