mornings

I don’t want people to matter to me too much. 
Sometimes it hurts too much to think about them. Ones you love who don’t love you, ones who are dead or hate you, ones who you think about but never get to be with. 
I like people but when I get too close, it fucks me up and I can’t get things done.
I have no idea what i want to do with my life. 
Everything I’ve ever thought I might like to do I only really wanted to because I over romanticised it in my head…


sadly, I don’t think life will turn out like a sofia coppola film.