I’m sixteen now. I’m wondering again, why even bother with connections? Nothing ever works, people always leave. If I’m going to die all alone, why live with anyone? I don’t know what to say, really.
I’m curious. I’m curious what will happen to me later in life, curious who I will lose my virginity to, I’m curious what my last meal I eat will be.
I wonder if I will ever stay in love after falling into it. Or if I’ll ever feel happy, or if I’ll ever stop [redacted].