idk man…i don't want to think about my career, the future, the present and let the past consume me. i don't want to wake up every day with a heavy head and despair in my heart. it just seems to me that the great and unattainable happiness is to build your own quiet little world with books, slow music, the smell of fresh pastries and peace in your soul. and you no longer feel that you are abnormal and wrong, you no longer feel that you are terminally ill with this damn loneliness. it seems to be so simple, but it is terribly difficult to achieve something like this and not lose yourself in this search. a dream that will never come true and a life that i don't deserve.



















