Alex Steele, get the fuck out of bed.
'if you're going through hell, keep going' - Winston Churchill (Stitching Art)
megmun, on a vase of dying flowers
I forgot how. God only knows why but I don’t know that he’ll ever tell me. No, instead I’ll teeter back and forth hoping someone will come along and tell me the secret I know doesn’t exist; the one that shows you how to grow up, how to be good enough for the people you care about, how to self validate, how to accept yourself, how to be good to the people who are good to you, how to be your own person. I wanna stop smoking pot, clear my head, learn to balance myself but each time an attempt has been made, I fail pathetically within a day and my road is paved by reminders that I couldn’t do it before. People around me are practically screaming at me that the solution is within myself, and I believe it. But just as loudly as they’re screaming, there’s a notion burned into the back of my head that says there is no fixing me. People tell me there’s nothing to be fixed, I should stop worrying so damn much and just go with it. I’ll figure it out, they say. I’ll catch on sooner than later. But here I sit, making worry and stress to anyone close, stuck in my habits, slowly succumbing to addictions, unable to reciprocate love and care to the ones who gave it to me when I needed it, unable to be confident for myself, for my relationships, for my art. The list goes on. I’m gonna go think for a while.
Imagine waking up thinking, fuck yeah 4/20 im going to smoke weed before school. Go to school baked as fuck and then experience FUCKING COLOMBINE. AND DURING THE WHOLE THING IN THE BACK OF YOUR MIND YOU ASK YOURSELF
"dang when’s lunch".
خليل جبران Khalil Gibran