why is it that when you’re trying especially hard not to think about something it somehow finds a way to throw itself into your thoughts’ path… making you trip and fall and skin the palms of your hands?
i just want to have one night where i don’t have a bad dream.
one day where i’m not constantly telling myself to think about something else.
and one moment, just one, where i actually feel at peace and feel like all of those words i spoke and wrote and tried to convice myself with…
were actually true.
i also really like mr. warhol sometimes.
i wish i knew one person who understood.