Growing up isn’t easy, at all When you grow up, things as small as the tip of the nail looks like an elephant Others might see you’re fine but you’re at war with yourself I just suddenly feel this vast universe is showing me its big and darkness part for my soul. I’m not home alone or something but I just feel… empty. I breathe but it seems like… I don’t Somehow I feel like I hv to go away and forget for a while everything revolves around me Have you ever felt that ? And then I found myself writing about it all, here. I don’t know who will read every absurd post in this blog but… nevermind I don’t think that I’m meant to understand my “empty” stuff, maybe I just have to have faith. Through all the “isn’t easy part of growing up” maybe I can find out what I’ve made of.