we are all a big mess of "life is beautiful" and "wtf am i doing here" thoughts. we fall in love with the sunrises at the beach and the long nights partying with our friends and we feel so fuckin lucky to be alive but other days we just find ourselves in a dark place, giving in to the fear and to the loneliness of our own mind, wondering where's our place in this big universe. and we feel so small, so insignificant, but at the same time we feel such heavy feelings, like we have the world upon our shoulders. and it's a chaos, being so fuckin happy and so fuckin sad, feeling everything so deeply.