When I die, bury me under a Willow and weep with it
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@introverteddumbass
When I die, bury me under a Willow and weep with it
You know when you can't recognise who you used to be?
Well, the past version of me is the only one that really makes sense.
I don't recognise the face in the mirror, and though I like who I am for the most part, it feels wrong.
Was there ever really a 'me'? Or just the idea of a me, the concept of a self that could be labeled and named.
And I'm so tired, because growing up is exhausting. And I'm wondering if it's all worth it, and I sort of feel just empty inside. Like I can't find any form of the self I used to believe in.
Where am I?
What am I?
Who the tell is this 'I' that I keep referring to?
I'm so pissed off on people who think separating the art from the artist isn't actively supporting said artist. But anyways, whatever, do what you want.
I just want to be a kid again
...
Or disappear
Both would solve my problems
Reality is pretty damn scary
And I don't think I'm ready
There are times when I'm crying,
And darkened clouds cover the heavens and cast a shadow upon the world,
I dare believe it's in solidarity
Im still waiting for this feeling
I go from absolutely worshipping myself to absolutely despising myself lol
Took me until the middle of season 2 of Bluey to realise that their names are unusual because they're dogs
I want to write a book that people read and their first reaction is "what the actual fuck was that?". But I also want it to be good. A tough challenge
I think one of my biggest problems with watching shows is, i dont like starting shows but there are these shows i really wanna watch. But I have to watch like a season of it to feel comfortable with watching it. And I rewatch shows so often i get so bored of them. Actually, nvm im never comfortable watching a new show. I just have to force myself to watch it then rewatch it and enjoy it then. Idk whats up with my brain
The world is so magical in a way my moral and trivial brain can't even begin to comprehend
Hyperfixated at figuring out my gender identity and i think this is it.
Im just me.
I don't not feel like a girl but i dont feel like a girl. And i dont not feel like a boy but i dont feel like a boy.
I went from being confused about my sexuality to being confused about my gender identity. Wtf brain?
How am I supposed to worry about exams and homework and my future when i could be running across a field, go on adventures, explore abandoned parks, and actually live a little?