I feel beautiful, I feel lonely.
If you look inside the glass you can see all the beauty and wonder that comes from lonely. The art of crying the perfect tear. Grief over losing what once was together and now only knows alone. The divinity in pure emotion.
Sometimes I want to tell the whole world to “fuck off”.
I’m gonna be such a bad-ass ghost. I’m gonna haunt me some bitches like there is no tomorrow, in the name of all that is good. I wish there was no tomorrow. I can’t have the pain of another tomorrow alone.
I feel beautiful. I feel lonely.