"Sometimes, I feel like ripping apart my skin and searching for a reason for why I feel this empty.
Maybe my veins are tangled, or something is lodged in my ribcage. Because it feels like something inside of me is missing or broken."
"But it’s weird, I find I get more heavily depressed in the summertime. In the winter, it’s more like this lengthy, beautiful thing. It’s more inquisitive; winter is a time of internal thinking for me."
If you’re in a relationship with me I expect constant attention 24/7