“You were just a boy on a bed in a room, like a kaleidoscope is a tube full of bits of broken glass. But the way I saw you was pieces refracting the light, shifting into an infinite universe of flowers and rainbows and insects and planets, magical dividing cells, pictures no one else knew.”—Francesca Lia Block
I miss when everything used to feel like it made sense, where the good outweighed the bad significantly
I miss being able to do everything with confidence. I just feel like every time I do something it dictates whether I’m going to get better or worse. Things seem so bleak, things don’t make sense and I feel like I’m losing it. I go out everyday, in hope that maybe some enlightenment will take place and I’ll start to feel like I know my purpose, and life won’t seem so confusing.