my walks alone, Italian class, writing poems.... Are these the best ways to spend my time?
The black ocean swallows me whole, I'm drowning again. Am I just obsessed with this sadness? Or is our despair what repairs usβ¦what keeps us on track? What's this path we're always on with growth the forefront?
If to be complacent corresponds to death, and the present Is a blur, how can we focused? How can we be alive?
I feel everything & then nothing. I'm afraid of my own self. I pop an Adderall like it's nothing, borrowing tomorrow's energy today. Because I need it all, Everything.