i think i am alone. i just want to visit a beach, even though i hate the sand. the waves crash up on the shore and the sun glares on my body. i wish the sand would envelop me and wash me out to sea so i can float upon eternal nothingness.
things you learn at harvard
mediocrity tastes like blood in the back of your throat all i want is greatness. to know what it feels like to have a sense of mastery and expertise. to truly "get it". to what the view at the view at the top looks like. i just hate that im not there. when i cry i have a hard time breathing https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2_hQb3i-AlY
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