presently absent
like, where am I? where is even this?
like, where am I? where is even this?
do as the roamans do...
this blog is full of dramatic shit. what came over me? i'm over it.
always torn between being kind and not giving a fuck.
fuck this journey. i want to arrive at my destination.
what doesn't serve me, i still grasp on to.
what you think, you become. i am no one. i know nothing.