galacticrosie
I don't do things on purpose. They just end up happening, by forces I don't understand. It's not willful. It just is. I tell people things I don't mean to, and go places I wasn't planning to, and talk to people I thought I was too afraid to approach. The only problem is how badly things always end.
i smile and i laugh and i pretend that im okay and here i am, day after day, a decoy. pretending that im the person i used to be when i am Not Okay but im kind of weirdly okay with that? i dont know who i am anymore or what im trying to accomplish with my life but it has to be something important, or else i wouldn't be here, right?