the past few days have been looking up, though i don't really feel like i'm living my life to it's fullest. right now it seems like my whole existance is ending one day at a time, and i'm missing out. like each day is just one day closer and all i can think of to do with that time is sleep. though, i know i'm only seventeen and the average life expectancy for humans is currently around seventy years old.

i have only your perception keeping me what i am. nothing that i have become and nothing i will change into will be my choice. just make me more than this right now, i'm sick of living in these dying days, these frost-bitten nights.

i like the poetry of being a teenager, sneaking things we don't want our parents to see; cigarettes, alcohol, kisses. in between fooling them, we can fool ourselves to believe our lives will stay this way forever, that it'll be worth living with the right kind of elusion.

apr�s - vers l'avant

bout cinq...
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