I don't know when i would ditch this blog and its happiness.
but somehow, i like it. it helps me remember.

i am sorry that im naive, i am sorry that i behave like a child.
think like one, act like one, talk like one.
i am seventeen, and that isnt very old, though it isnt young either.

old enough to know that i must pick up the pieces when something is broken.
old enough to know that it shouldnt be broken
but not old enough to know how to keep it safe.

i play inexistent conversations in my head, for comfort, for security.
to imagine that out there, someone thinks like me, and somehow understands.
in the end, its always myself.

i wake up crying for strangers that passed away, to make myself believe i still have a heart, and to tell myself i can still feel.

stay calm and carry on