Sometimes I really want to make music but there’s like no point because all I write about is random little things like making sandwiches and love.. and not the really deep depressing shit that everyone likes to hear.
Going to bed and then waking up feels like time travelling.. And the more I think about it the more it scares me.. and the more it scares me the harder it is to get to sleep.. and all I wanted was tomorrow to hurry up.. but now I’m too scared of it to hurry