“though you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours, i simply am not there”
i think fondly of the quote
something that made me think i'm inhuman
i have never really been there
you were never really here
how fitting
it’s another year of unwanted sadness
within every year of aging
i feel hollow on the inside
don’t perceive me
don’t acknowledge me
all i am is empty
i don’t want to grow old
i’m stuck with a fear of myself
i won’t die on my own terms
i won’t hold eternal beauty
what is a birthday?
what is even worth celebrating?