it is 12:01 a.m the 6th of november

come to think of it, almost every person i know has disappointed me at some point...
so why do people refer to me as a 'pessimist' when i am cautious with my trust?

you call it 'pessimism', i call it 'realism'.

you know, i would just fucking love to go on a rant about how i cant trust people or how my faith in people has taken a serious dive, but at this point, im all screamed out. to tired, to sick, to apathetic. i just dont have the same fire in my lungs and fingers i once did in that month forever ago called july. 

ironic, because now i actually have the capability of expressing myself. 

ive just grown tired and weary from holding my breath.


that is gods grand irony.

and my epiphany

love youuuu (sadly)

<3