Words of a teenage escapist.

they say that there are approximately forty liters of water in our body and that we have 206 bones but how come on some days, i feel empty? every day, i wake up wishing for the sky to open up and wash away everything with the rain, including all the emotional pain and all the things i’m trying so hard to forget. a few minutes ago, i stumbled upon a quote that says, “you’re really good at not letting people love you” and now i feel like there’s something sharp and pointed pinned against the fragile skin of my heart, trying to reach the most focal point until i start breaking out into ugly sobs. i’m losing my tight grip on a lot of people and i’m swimming in an ocean of regrets and even drowning seems more appealing than this eternal struggle of trying not to sink. i had my hair cut again yesterday and coco chanel once said that a woman who cuts her hair is about to change her life. i didn’t want to change my life, i just wanted a change…and maybe a little bit of enlightenment.