(To the anons waiting for replies: I read everything too late.)
I always seem to fall for the unattainable ones. Everyday, I find something new to envy and something worse about myself. My head is always somewhere else, buried in books, movies, songs, other places and time other than my here and now. I can’t seem to shake this habit. My whole life, I’ve been trying to escape. Thoughts?
I would escape. I would do something I love so much, I would forget those that make me feel small. I would forget the unattainables. I would do something I love so much, the nameless thing swirling inside me would make sense.
I can’t tell you what to do, anon. Everything you’re feeling is because of you. I just hope that someday you feel unattainable.