today i am nine thousand nine hundred and nine days old

i feel like I'm just surviving crisis to crisis, waiting for something to break me

i started counting the days a month or so back, to help me with my feelings of time slipping and changing and making no sense

been getting into astrology too, for about a year now. i don't know how to deal with the fact that I'm just getting further away from the last time i talked to her, but marking time seems better than loosing track

past lives have always made sense to m brain. maybe cause i spend so much qualitative time in my dreams. like how in the movie inception people spend years of life experience in a single dream

past lives have always made sense to me. maybe cause i spend so much qualitative time in my dreams. like how in the movie inception people spend years of life experience in a single dream