i’m pretty happy now. it’s weird writing here because i feel like im talking to my past self.
i really love bts though. i don’t know what that means. it’s easier for me to love artists that much instead of regular people. i have too much love. only something unreal can take it. i can just love other people a normal amount of “a lot” instead of the magnitude of my real capacity to love.
if i love you, you will never be loved the same way, the same amount, ever again. but not everyone wants that, or can handle it. and ultimately i can never be loved the same way back, except in the surreal way an artist can love the phantom, obscure you.
both my favourite bands before have loved me that way. but the older i get, the more experience i have, i appreciate grounded things more. the romance in the every day; a romance that is not necessarily poetic or beautiful. something more naive and earnest.
more and more i think about the end of my life, and when it’ll be, as my youth fades away. being smart makes me sad. sometimes i wonder if i could have been more useful to the world. but everyone disappears, in time. am i really that important? no. sometimes i’m ok with that and sometimes i’m not.
bts is so beautiful to me because they are doing what i’d love to do. i can’t help but love them. because they love so much. or at least appear to. it’s comforting to watch them love.














