" i'm twenty one and i'm tired of feeling related to teenage cinema drama. "

do we feel things the same way as we grow up? how does our mind work? how does our 'heart' work? i caught myself wondering those things for a long time now and it is pretty confusing.

it's funny 'cause i've lost count of how many times i've started to write things like this. like suicide letters… i have this thing where i can't really finish anything i get started with. i don't think this means much. just maybe that i tend to avoid closure.

i'm not saying who i am. i'm not expecting anybody to read this.

this is just me.

trying to figure things out.

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