i think the only way for me to ever get over him if that’s what i’m even supposed to do or if that’s what going to happen is for me to become a lesbian

maybe there is no side. i mean, it’s not a definitive difference, because it’s all just in the way your brain perceives the reality around you. once you have the ability to tear down the veil that covers what you experience every day everything just feels like a game. people get sucked into anxieties and the paralyzing hyper self awareness that it blinds you, but there is definitely a way to break down all of the walls that living has caused us to build up without realizing it. your memories are just as alive as what’s around you, and what’s around you is just as real as your dreams. we die every night when we sleep and we are reborn every day when we wake. we can kill ourselves and rebuild our entire personalities from scratch, if we choose. if you don’t like the person you are, then don’t be that anymore. LIFE IS A CLICHE. THE KEY TO NAVIGATING THIS WORLD IS HIDDEN IN ALL OF THOSE CORNY CATCH PHRASES THAT WE BRUSH OFF WITH A LAUGH AND A SMIRK.

words do none of this any justice.

how can anyone go back after seeing the other side? why would you ever want to? other than to walk the line and help others along the way.

oh god, am i one of those people who’ve gone too far and too deep?

maybe so.

there are seriously way too many contradictions in life. it’s absurd. i can’t tell the difference between fact or fiction and haven’t for a while. i am so certain of everything yet i don’t know a fucking thing.

people saying one thing, and doing another. hopes and dreams crashing down around you and morphing into new ones that you knew were there all along.

existence in the biggest joke of the universe, and i’m pretty sure the after life is floating right below the surface of consciousness waiting with a giant grin and a reverberating essence of a vortex of your entire life, as if it’s all just an illusion.