I wish I had a label on my head that said 'fragile, handle with care' sometime because then maybe. Just maybe. People wouldn't break me.

You told me your name and you opened up to me. You showed me your heart but I can't remember you.

Reminder! If you self-diagnose and it turns out you were wrong; that's okay. It's not a sure-fire thing. But this should also not open up the door to people calling those who self dx, 'fakers'.

I want to be the painting and the muse, I want to be everything and nothing all at once and I am.

I wanna be famous but I don't want to be perceived. Please advert your gaze yet bathe in my glory.

I hate feeling jaded or empty, I hate feeling like I’m just floating along a river. But I can’t not feel like that, does anybody care that much? Everything is so conflicting.

I don't think having yourself in mind is a bad thing, in fact, it's wonderful.

I deceive myself and everybody around me.

I hate my tastes for these obscure things that have crumbled to time because I have to go dig for them.

If a cis boy can wear a dress then so can I.

I feel like people are tired of me and no matter what I can't let them prove that they aren't.

I need to put on a new skin, a new flesh. I need to get out of here, this place is like a cocoon and I am the butterfly.

I love people but I hate how they make me feel.

Where you go, I'm going

We make time and yet, we make it too small for ourselves.

Do not waste your self on this roof

Thinking that you are a bad person because of thoughts you cannot control is an inherently Christian belief. We are instilled with the idea that thought is sin but it is not. Your actions make you, not a passing thought that you crumble under your boot.

And there may not be meaning, so find one and seize it

I'm burnt out on my own thoughts at times.

You may feel no purpose / Nor a point for existing / It's all just conjecture and gloom.