(039) nothing real

i used to be overly worried about my physical looks and my body, but now i don't look at my own face in the same way. it's all disposable. i long to break free of these worldly chains so i try to take comfort in thinking i'm not alone, but it's still there. they all overlook him or just see him as a microscopic friend in their grand ambitions for life. they already do so it doesn't matter what they say or try to say anymore. it's all just sympathy. at least they try to act concerned.

i can't wait to find my other half or at least just one of them. i want to breathe again before dying. i want to feel alive again. i want to be disregarded so there's no confusion.