Giulia. 17 yrs. Milan IT
Chi non viaggia, muore.


Why do I feel like this so often? Trapped within the confines of my body, which are clearly not enough -I haven’t given it the chance to be enough, I’ve attacked it relentlessly. I’m in a constant wait to find my place within it by falling out of myself, I don’t make sense. Everything inside me keeps on spinning and it feels too small, too feeble. My outsides don’t match my insides. It is very strange to be alive at all.