My frontal lobe is five years away from being fully developed, and i just wanna talk.
I didnât realise how fucking easy it is to lose friends, I didnât realise how quick you may need to cut people out of your life, I didnât know it made me sad to have to make new friends.
But I love doing it, new people are my lifeblood, I love going to concerts to be around people who feel the same euphoria from a song as me, get the same headache from the amps and the same goosebumps when one particular part in the song plays.
Honestly seeing Aurora in standing changed my mindset a lot, made me realise I like doing a lot of things (almost) on my own. I live for live music, I exist to be screaming lyrics back at the singer and to everyone around me, Itâs what I do best itâs my talent itâs my fucking life, and if I ever went deaf Iâd still go again and again.
Iâm not sad about losing one of those friends, I wrote him a poem that he does not deserve to see so Iâm quite glad he blocked me, because someone who wished for me to never have a child and found it laughable that I have made a living for myself is someone who cannot see past their own rose tinted glasses of narcissism. Spitting on my name and wishing for my bloodline to end was an insult I couldâve never been ready for and I would not wish that upon my worst enemy.
He found is humorous that people love me, found it absurd that people want to be around me, this was the same person who a year ago said heâd never leave my side and found solace in me, a home, and a sister, accepted me through so many heartbreaks and name changes and hard times. And now for him to say that I caused all the arguments between us and to imply that I borderline used him for his empathy for three years is absolutely disgusting to me, this is not a callout post in the slightest, for the people who see him as a friend though Iâd doublecheck considering trying to disagree with him about anything. And for the people who know him who may see this, I donât fucking miss his naivety, I accepted him for who he was and I loved him for that, Iâm the one who was too immature for him and Iâd rather stay that way than change myself for someone who wished nothing but dullness for me.
Saying all this though made me realise how much I love, how deep I love, how much shit i sift through to find good, how much I push things under the big rug that is doubt, âthey wouldnât do that, I doubt it.â Was my biggest mistake, expect the worst out of people if they show you their worst. Seems common knowledge but I never took it under my wing till now. People break your heart and stitch it back up again and again but you gotta ask yourself, when do they run out of thread, when do they give up and put down the needle, that moment, is your sign to break free.
Be fucking stupid, make mistakes, feel young, feel pretty, feel old and I beg you donât feel ugly, go do that thing with people you barely know cuz you may just find yourself, and you might even find the love youâve been searching and scrounging for and even squeezing out of people or things that donât feel love, if your heart is warm, cold will not fuel the love you give out. Be warm, be present, and donât be afraid to cut cold things out and find warm in yourself to spread to everyone else. Love big and Love hard, itâs all you can do in the end.
I do miss this friend sometimes, but I cannot for the life of me remember any nice memories between us, it just felt like a facade mixed with being young and wanting to share my burdens with, in hindsight putting all that on someone younger than me and sweeping it all under the doubt rug was insane of me, and I have learnt my lesson. I do not hate him for being young I hate myself for trying to befriend him. We both deserve better.