"I like it when it rains hard. It sounds like white noise everywhere, which is like silence but not empty."
i guess the hardest part is breaking down the model you thought up for so long. the hardest part is to see everything you’ve ever promised and everything you’ve ever worked for, turn into tiny pieces that just don’t serve any form anymore. sometimes those pieces are only understood by certain people, and maybe you just aren’t one of them.
sorry about these random blurbs. they’re going to keep coming and going. these are thoughts in my brain that keep me from going insane. bear with me.
i find it wonderful to know that we all share what makes us feel alone