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too sad for the internet. too quiet for the bar. too uninspired for a blank canvas. too restless for the couch. too confused for the trails. too timid for a phone call.
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not my reincarnated ass forgetting that desire is the root of all suffering 😂
No, you aren't "behind in life".
But, it's okay to grieve the time you spent surviving. The time spent trying to figure out what was wrong. The time spent healing to become a person again.
It wasn't your fault.
Something’s wrong.
It’s a nice day. Weather’s high sixties. A little cool in the shade, warm in the sun. Perfect. You’re going to go for a run later. Maybe skate. Hang out with friends. It’s a nice day.
When you were a kid, living south of where you are now there was a lamb born around this time of year that died. The ground was frozen when you buried it. You remember because it was a week before your birthday and thick with snow.
There’s no snow now. Just mud. It’s a nice day. It’s the middle of February.
Something’s wrong.
i can’t handle much more. i just can’t.
*gently puts my mental health in rice*
nice things will happen but first you have to lose all hope and die 45 times
"just put yourself out there" what if I scared. what then.
t.s. – sweet nothing 🌿