So. It's James, 19.
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.
Ernest Hemingway (via itsquoted)
the all-too-familiar feeling of being tired but lacking the desire to sleep is prancing around my room again