Random Thought Bubbles

Ramblings on of someone still finding the way

i have no more words to pretend with.

where is the next?

and a whole year passes. oh how different it could've been.

more mistakes to regret a lifetime.

suddenly it feels as if i have no purpose.

fighting the bpd traits... must keep monsters in pandora's box.

someone once said a long time ago, the many lines on your hands mean you will have many problems in your journey.

and so all i can do is sigh.

the year is almost over.

and things panned out the right way in unwanted circumstances.

won't be the first heart that you break/you won't be the last beautiful girl/the one that you wrecked, won't take you back/if you were the last beautiful girl in the world/