I feel like the only way to break my spell of anhedonia is to like fully lean into my impulsive true nature. Which is what I have worked so long to consistently restrain. But now that I am out here actually doing shit, I feel myself waking up. Coming back. I get these moments where I actually feel again and it's out of control.
I am just meant to be a lunatic, ig. And I can afford to be, because ultimately I am a good person. A little oblivious, sure. Desperate in the past. But now I have an agency that I was lacking before. I need to keep focusing on myself. And remember that people come and go. Nothing is permanent and that's a good thing.













