last night I dreamt I was flying round corners in this car without doors or seatbelts but I was happy cause you weren't there and I've learned some things in my short almost 17 years that this is not the end this is not the end or even the middle Ill start over and I'll shake till my bones cry and ache for some relief I'll go out and tell the world that I am not fine but that's ok cause I am me everything is not as it seems it's all just an alternate reality and you will learn to breathe if you can get through the fumes of youth I travel the streets and hope for a purpose I go outside and I say hello to all the plants in the gardens I try not to hurt you and I try not to hurt me too This isn't actually It's really pretend It's not really fake and its not the end