Had To Get It Out

Either something that makes me feel something or something that I feel Please please please do not steal my poems. they are original and my raw feelings. Thank you🫶🏼

[apologiesfutureme]

I want to like the color pink

To go to Greece

To collect old cameras

I want to paint my walls whatever color I’m feeling that week

I want to travel to a big city and go to the Eiffel tower and sip tea with the British.

I want to work in Korea and buy 5 project cars and race in Japan.

But all I do is work.

Budget.

I feel so grey.

When did life become survival Instead of living

And it’s never enough

I’m never going to make enough money to do everything I want to

The government is taking my money, my freedom, my life, my will to live and blaming it on technology.

When can we start being happy before being rich?

I crave existing and so do you.

Pictures are from Pinterest.

[lotusflowerprincess]

[homunculus-argument]

thoughts?

No thanks, I'm trying to quit.

[stuckinapril]

“Do it scared” “do it alone” are all great tips, but my biggest takeaway from therapy is do it messy. This is especially true if you’re getting out of a burnout, which I experience often. Literally just do it messy. You don’t need to pick the perfect trail to walk, the perfect playlist to listen to, whatever the fuck it is. You don’t need to have a meticulous to do list and wake up at the exact time you planned and drink the exact amount of water you planned to drink. Like the biggest thing for people like me to remember is sometimes it’s okay to do it messy. Put on a random yt workout and just get it done in sweats. Do 5 minutes of a daunting task and go from there. Sometimes just getting up is a win during intense burnouts or depressive funks. Literally just do it messy.

[perfectquote]

“Don’t let the fear of what could happen make nothing happen.”

— Unknown

[remanence-of-love]

[sonandheirofnothinginparticular]

[remanence-of-love]

[remanence-of-love]

[apologiesfutureme]

Mom

Why can’t you love me like other mom’s.

Why does your love have to be so violent,

So aggressive,

So apathetic.

Why does it have to be so confusing?

So demanding,

So aggravating.

Why does your love have to be so painful?

Can’t you love me in silence,

In peace and comfort,

In the little moment?

Why do you love me like you hate me?

Mom?

Are you even listening?

Why is your love so conditional?

Do you even Love me?

Or is Love just a word you use to feel less guilty about hating me?

Do you even Love me?

[paper-wounds]

[echoesofsaturn]

"slut era" i say as i rot and decay in my bedroom and watch the years pass me by as i miss out on core experiences other people my age are having while i think about the past

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Melissa Cox

[apologiesfutureme]

Im bleeding empathy

[apologiesfutureme]

Maybe growing up is compromise

Sacrificing and settling

Maybe adulting is “yeah, I wanted to be a singer”

With a big nostalgic, reminiscent, bright smile on your face.

Adulting is registering the past tense used;“wanted”

And acting as if it’s truth

Maybe growing up really is settling for what pays the bills and

Gets you all your material things

Maybe we never grew up

No not really

We just weren’t given the choice to stay kids

So maybe adulting is just slapping a “mature” label on a cruel idea

You know… to soften the blow

Maybe we were never supposed to grow up

Growing up is getting forced into motion

Motion you wish you could ignore

Forget

Look away from for just a moment

Maybe we are all still just kids

Looking back while running forwards.

This is a draft. 😁 so be nice. Also I ate with that ending imma write a song. Also also please comment it makes me happy!

[apologiesfutureme]

Apparently adulting is waiting 4 hours on hold to get a quote for a car insurance???

FUCK ME

[apologiesfutureme]

The whole world should have stopped when you passed.

Somehow, everyone’s still posting about their night outs, aspirations, and aimless goals.

The Earth should have stopped spinning.

But it didn’t and that only makes it so much worse.