At some point, I'm sure, the twenty-ninth of any month won't make me sigh and think about time. At some point, knowing me, we've years of sighing left.
Sometimes I don't know what to do besides keep on breathing, breath after breath, because that's all I know how to do. But even when I think too hard about that, it becomes a struggle of the highest degree.
I don't know how to live this life. I feel like I'm wasting every second.
I want to find some beautiful place to get lost, to run away merely for the sake of seeing if anyone would follow me. Is it destructive to want to feel like someone needs you?
Sometimes I pretend that you're sitting next to me to see how it affects how I live my life.