So. It's James, 18.
This is a reflection of my thoughts.
I'm a liar. I'm greedy. I'm selfish. I'm self-centered. I'm repetitive. I'm repetitive. I cannot live alone. I have dreams. I get hurt. I cry. I laugh. I love.
In short, I'm human.
Just like you.
i find my cosmic insignificance reassuring
the stars don’t fucking care who i am or what i do
i owe the universe nothing
i exist on my own terms
#when existentialism becomes comforting rather than horrifying