I think about dying but I dont want to die. Not even close. In fact my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic. There’s so much to see and so much to do but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. I’m still here in this metaphorical bubble of existence and I can’t quite figure out what the hell I’m doing or how to get out of it.
THIS VIDEO IS CRUCIAL FOR MY EXISTENCE
- spring: sad
- summer: sad
- winter: sad
- fall: sad but cinnamon
Asa Smith. Celestial Illustrations from Smith’s Illustrated Astronomy. 1851.
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I just want walls and walls of books, book I have read, books I want to read, just books, always books.