i lost myself. who i was, what i was.
its a cruel world. when you choose style, you consent yourself to being lonely. to be socially different. to go out alone. go to bed alone. feel alone.
all of this for? self satisfaction that lasts for half a day. where the otherwise could last you days, weeks, months, maybe even years.
no i'm not emo. but maybe it was meant to be like that from the start. i gave myself that consent. to step into everywhere, alone.
