but never that it's inner confusion, and a constant attempt to understand life as it moves faster than me. my heart still carries its childhood, and that's why this reality hurts so much. sometimes I just want a hand from the grown-ups to take me out of all this exhaustion,
but never that it's inner confusion, and a constant attempt to understand life as it moves faster than me. my heart still carries its childhood, and that's why this reality hurts so much. sometimes I just want a hand from the grown-ups to take me out of all this exhaustion,
not rest and that the heart would be weighed down by invisible disappointments, friends leaving, loved ones fading, and things I thought were mine but weren't they said adulthood is responsibility,
not rest and that the heart would be weighed down by invisible disappointments, friends leaving, loved ones fading, and things I thought were mine but weren't they said adulthood is responsibility,
- The weight of my twenties:
I never thought my twenties would feel this heavy. I used to imagine them as the path to simply becoming an "adult," not this chaos I never expected. no one told me nights would grow long, that sleep would become escape,
- The weight of my twenties:
I never thought my twenties would feel this heavy. I used to imagine them as the path to simply becoming an "adult," not this chaos I never expected. no one told me nights would grow long, that sleep would become escape,