|semi-HIATUS|
I am a paradox. I want to be happy, but I think of sad things that make me sad. I'm lazy, yet I'm ambitious. I don't like myself, but I also love who I am. I say I don't care but I really do. I crave attention, but reject it when it comes my way. I'm a conflicted contradiction. If I can't figure myself out, there's no way anyone else has.
風物詩

fifth-mayy:

'are you as bored as I am' can be read from back to front and still make sense


You’re all you have, and you never even learned to like yourself.

You’re all you have, and you never even learned to like yourself.