the breadth of time is too much to bear.
i don’t really think it’s even possible. like…ever.
i’m almost ok with it, or at least learning to deal with that now. but i’m never going to be able to just…be.
But. Is it even possible to just be whelmed?
and i’m always sad
i don’t believe in love anymore
hurts just as bad, if not worse, than six minutes