and before my eyes I self-harmed.
1h57 am and its just like a blink of an eye:
– like BOOM!
hours past by
stuck with my night and daymares.
find a love;
find a job;
find a fucking heaven on hell, already.
I get passionate about details as fast as I can think.
as well, I get stuck in the middle as stubbornly as it could get.
no good conditions
from trying to be a savior of the world,
but of myself.