i want to die young. or well, i wanted to. i feel like im past the point of dying young these days. i wish i had though. i dont really care all that much about legacy, but for some reason i have always been attached to this idea.

theres just something tragic, yet beautiful about the thought of me dying young. burning out fast, but shining brightly before i go. to never have had the chance to make mistakes, for the only memory of me to be that of an innocent child.

i think its probably a manifestation of my usual depression and longing for death, combined with my peter pan syndrome. because i never really wanted to grow up. i still dont really, but i already have. and to me, that feels worse than death