which is the troubling thing. I haven't been able to record it yet, so I can't share it with anyone or talk about it. it's like a whisper that keeps bouncing around my brain. the best I can do is type out the lyrics I've written:
It's a secret, I lost now I'm lingering
What they do in the dark, my heart quivering
I belong to the start of my witnessing
I half-begged to embark but they won't speak
And they're calling to me like a tethered breeze
I know better than that but I'm weakening
In my shadow stands their exalts
Just come to my room, collect and taunt
I know. Pretty cringe right? I don't really care though.
It's about the girls who live on my street. I see them a lot when I glance out my window (swear I'm not being creepy) (even though that's exactly what a creep would say). There's this one girl who lives across the street from me....I think she's maybe 13? 14? years old. Every day she dribbles a basketball up and down her driveway and practices shooting hoops. And when I was her age I used to the exact. same. thing. It trips me out so much to see her do that....also makes me quite sad because that time in my life has permanently closed. I had so many hopes and dreams at that age and they all got shut down. Now I'm a *redacted age because the passing of time terrifies me* loser living with my parents still.
I want more out of life. I didn't mean to make my first blog post so damn depressing, but my reality is a hard one to make light out of. I don't want to get too specific though. Anyways. goodnight y'all.
I've been cackling like a fucking hyena over this ad I got today on a random fashion blog. I'm ???? who created this? who made this? lmaoooooo
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