silence is so comforting to me right now
but it frustrates me in equal measure

when i move against you
i'm alive again

these memories mean nothing, I don't need them anymore
i just sit there and romanticise things that aren't even real

the past isn't real
it was pure imagination

i'll keep telling myself that

Looking for somebody that's batshit crazy
like f*cking insane

hmu if this is you <3

if we traced the white lines on this cracked mirror
i'm sure we'd both find the x

my existence is really getting to me at the moment
living as an adult is so empty
my true feeling is that i don't know how much longer i can take this
i'm still a really long way away from something like 30 but i would honestly consider ending things there

there's just nothing
life is empty
the years worth living have been lived, there's just nothing
i can't take my own existence anymore

can anyone hear me?
or am i just screaming in to the void