→ 04 Feb 14 at 1 am
Sometimes I think this is what my mind was like, but it’s not, is it? This is just a fantasy. I wish these were the colors that flowed through my veins, but I don’t know what color I actually am. I hope I’m a color that I like. But who can see it? If I can’t see it, then who can? I wish I didn’t have these blinding walls that shut out my colors, even from myself. I wish I had an idea of who I was. But at the same time, doesn’t that mean I can be anyone I want?