My mother...she would be devastated...but I feel she is suffocating me, I need to live her life too...this is not easy to explain

There is some crazy hope in me that by staying here I might add something to the world and help people.

I think I'm too infatuated with myself deep down..

The memory of beautiful moments, the beauty in the world

The fact that my imagination always creates some kind of hopeful future

Some spiritual ideas...but this is complicated

Sometimes I wish I could just swipe away all these