its difficult being real in this pretentious world. sometimes i wonder why i even bother trying...
"you are in his dm's, I am in his poetries" we are not same bro.
"Let's meet again," he said, "in a place away from this darkness." And with that, he walked away.
Everyday I die, every night I'm reborn. Resurrected, at this quiet hour of the night. I wonder if this is my true self or am I plain dead already!
"love is a lie, i love the lie" -txt
many parents refuse to understand that their children are not art projects. rather than making something useful out of them, making them look life-like, parents need to give them life and teach them how to live. dad, is it so hard for you to trust my judgement for once? do you have to make all my decisions for me? do you absolutely have to map down my life so that i live the way you want me to live? would that even count as living? am i not allowed to make mistakes? im only 17...
at the end of the day, im nothing but a ghost of my parents' dreams.
a love story where the world kneels before him but he only kneels before her
