lonliness is born in the seconds filled of unattainable expectation. how is it that our supposed best moments are composed of ingredients radiating with the most fragility? the expectation of our own significance leads us to everlasting disappointment.
I personally lack the significance that most breathing entities posses. and as much as i hate to acknowledge this, it destroys me.
I have been placed in a timeline of which i do not belong. I struggle to find a place to make sense of my existence.
With limited time, and limitless pity, i fear i will cry my life away, with only the company of my tears to comfort me. i realise that as i watch another day escape, i rot.
heres to being 19.