"Spilled my heart here"
I saw this on my walk today and it broke my heart..
I had my first real kiss on a bench that looked exactly like this with a boy I really liked and this post means more to me than it should
I think about dying but I don’t want to die. Not even close. In fact my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic. There’s so much to see and so much to do but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. I’m still here in this metaphorical bubble of existence and I can’t quite figure out what the hell I’m doing or how to get out of it.