(via mandragorax)
I think there’s something really wrong with me. Maybe there’s something really wrong with everybody… Who knows? I try hard to not exist somehow so I can find peace, but I can’t ignore the fact I can only find peace in the most chaotic situations. What is "peace" anyway? What am I trying to say? Who am I trying to be? I’m only happy when everything explodes and something new comes up with an invitation to another adventure. Maybe what I think it’s wrong with me is the urge of feeling something, to live something.
