hey when the fuck are things gonna get easier
Feeling lost. Unfortunately, there is no remedy for such thing. The only thing that keeps us distracted from that feeling is fillin our time with unuseful activities or social media. But being honest, what is the point?, who knows which is their purpose?, is there really one? We all try to be interesting, stuffing our brains with pointless facts. Why? Why? I used to be convinced that studying and knowledge where everything. They were useful, but for what? I am not Albert Einstein, nothing alike, I ain´t no Kate Millet, so what is the point of everything? What is the point of living? Being happy, feeling complete, what is the fucking point, really? I simply do not get it, probably because I am drunk, or because I am 18 years, and have 0 friends, no purpose, no 1600 SAT, no ivy league, nothing to do. Who the hell knows? But hey! I am alive, right? Well, I DIDNT FUCKING ASKED FOR IT! I wish I could give my life span to people who feel comfortable with living or people who are contributing with knowledge to this pointless dimension. But again, I do not have the guts to kill myself. Probably that is why I drink so much. Anyways, I wanted to let everything out before going to sleep.
the sand
the sand on the clock
about to be locked
the sand will restore what the future destroyed
it cannot be heard
what have I done
my path is about to be printed
written on the book
the sand’s book
it cannot be read
yet there is none that escape
how to not fear it
the sand’s book
“I wanted them to understand the language of my eyes; they spoke for me when my tongue couldn’t.”
—
Eye language
I take pride only in two things:
~my sexuality
~my Hogwarts’ house
“And everything depends on how near you sleep to me.”
— Leonard Cohen, Take This Longing
“She drew people all the time. But if she’s asked to draw herself, she’d leave the page blank.”
— Tayma Hamad