my feelings are not delicate they are not watercolors but more like paint thrown aggressively against blank canvas and screaming from the bottom of your stomach, i can't stop this homesickness for feelings i can not describe but rather assimilate with childhood scenarios. i used to ice skate and i used not to think about the future because it was so unreal

i am afraid of confronting the things i desire

happiness is frightening

(so angsty)