the wooden door creaks,
as years of opening and closing have worn it down,
the repetitive sound is unnoticed by prying ears,
the rust eating away at its hinges,
longing for the day it gets broken down,
finally getting its rest.
I realize that I have a lot to be grateful for, and that I am extremely privileged conpared to other people. I wish I felt happier with these things, everything I feel leaves me empty anyway. I wish I loved playing games still. I wish people would notice me or my existence.
everyone is leaving me,
forever stuck in one place,
Im forced to look at the backs of people I call friends.
The moment I get to leave, I'm abandoning everyone and starting fresh. I need to cleanse everything about me, and that includes all my past relationships
I dream of the day I become a newcomer in a new town where nobody knows me. New impressions to be made, I'll do it better this time. Let me create a new game, delete all of my saved files.