I feel like a cold person. I recognize that I am capable of warmth, but I’m either losing that capability or I’m pretending it doesn’t exist. I can’t figure out which one it is. Frankly, I’m afraid to know.
if someone
does not want me
it is not the end of the world
but
if i do not want me
the world is nothing but endings.
- 7th Grade me: I will never smoke weed in my life
- 12th grade me: bruh
