segunda-feira, 9 de março de 2026

Just a rock.

I feel so stupid. Crying about my life when there's so much worse things out there... but at the same time, you don't know how is to feel trapped inside your body, inside your house. Always silenced and never heard. Never free... pushing people away because you feel to much. And you can't just take action in anything... I feel like a rock. Looking to the sky, desiring to be different. But still, a rock. Always in the same place.