i look back on places i once was and i can't help but miss them. not for the people, not for the things. just the spaces. the walks i had so many times. so many lonely nights. i miss them. maybe in death they'll come back to me one day

‪i guess i know where i'll send myself if i ever completely lose it.‬

‪sometimes i bare my heart more openly in public, raw and unconcealed, than i do even on my private alt account for my closest friends. this is such a thread. and yet, you know, i don't know if anyone even knows what i mean by any of this. it's not even abstract. it's just a life‬