We would rather be ruined than changed
We would rather die in our dread
Than climb the cross of the moment
And let our illusions die.
sometimes things are tough but look at this bun
I feel very un-special. Like there are tons of people out there who are exactly like me. They look the same, act the same, like the same music, books, movies, etc. and I just feel so easily replaceable. Like if I was gone people could easily find someone just like me and move one and forget about me. And it hurts. I am easily replaced and that isn’t a good feeling.
gonna eat food