i think too much and talk too little.

most of my thoughts happen at night, usually with music loud enough to drown everything else.

i romanticize my life because reality alone has never felt enough.

sometimes i disappear for days because my mind gets unbearably loud and i stop knowing how to exist around people.

i like girls in chainsaw man, russian literature, old conversations and quiet people who notice small things.

i think love becomes dangerous when you start treating absence like proof of affection.

maybe that's why i leave emotionally before anyone else can.