i exist, that is all. and i find it nauseating.
THE DEAD POETS SOCIETY.
i want to explain how exhausted i am. even in my dreams. how i wake up tired. how i'm being drowned by some kind of black wave.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ.・゜⬩
WHERE CAN YOU FIND ME?
CURRENTLY.
rest, nature, books, music... such is my idea of happiness.
I. WATCHING
II. READING
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III. JOURNALS