you work so hard and are always going out of your way to make sure everyone is taking time to rest. everyone except yourself. it's okay. it's okay to rest. you aren't going to fall behind. you aren't going to ruin your progress. you aren't going to miss anything. you won't be forgotten. it's okay

maybe my life purpose is to write something that will resonate with 1 person across the globe who will then have the courage to go on and be nice to someone in their life

if it's good it's good and if it's bad then who the fuck cares

Listen to piano music and meditate and write words and dream up worlds.

sometimes I just want a hug from someone who isn’t my mom or dad but one day I will wish I can hug them again

Im tired of not knowing what to do or who I am. I’m tired of not being able to pick one thing and stick to it. It’s always drawing, then Japanese, then maybe writing, then I want to read a bunch. Then maybe for a while I entertain the idea of

my phone is like an existential black hole - a way of confirming my existence, but not in a productive or meaningful way, like art or writing. it's a confirmation that is momentary, slipping into the quicksand that is the Cloud, flashing for an instant only to be forgotten straight after.

i think about what it would be like to grow old. i think i would just need some very juicy and healthy-tasting strawberries every morning and that would be more than enough to get me out of bed everyday