Real

None of my relationships have been real. None had ever fully met me. I stayed hidden all this time, lights off, fully clothed. I think that’s why I’m so detached. I don’t have a history of trauma or a history of pain, sometimes I wish i did so I’d understand myself.
This is the generation of depressed kids, misunderstood kids, rebel kids, misfits. We’re like a glitch in a video game. Just on their way and thrown to the curve. I think we are special. I think we are special because we haven’t mindlessly been absorbed in the comfort of this cycle.

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