humans are fragile. are we not? what are we even meant to be, obviously we are here with a purpose„,but what is it? how could it possibly be to save man kind when we all end up dieing anyway?
do you ever typer and wonder who you are even writing to . i journal every night and i am still trying to figure out who i am even writing to , im just kinda speaking to the air i guess right?
I have a question, what is sex? is it making love? is it two people so bored that they decide they might as well use eachother for pleasure?
why do girls give guys themselves when that is the one thing we have control over, becuase we simply want to be loved, why would a girl give herself up and throw her morals away…because she wants to be loved..
im so fucken bored and just ranting.
why does him being here and not being with me make me 100 times more bored then i feel when i am by myself and hes far away .
fuck. my. life. just come to my bed
