I want to write about how I’m aggressively unmotivated to do anything concerning progression in my degree. I want to write about how completely unattached to my family I feel I have become. So blissfully and yet painfully unattached. I want to write about how I have no feelings of sadness or grief associated with losing those around me to the real world. Especially with regard to one specific female who once was my best and has recently become my nothing. I want to write about the all-consuming, soul-devouring, euphoric love I feel for him. I want to write about how being apart makes me a bitter spiteful little thing. I want to write about how I obsess about every other freckle, every note of laughter, every intake of air, every inch of life, every pigment of his eyes, every damn thing about him.
I want to write but most importantly I just want to live