organized & irritated

(due to my observations) I'm extremely over society and have decided to build colonies within my mind. the environment is nice, the trees are ripe, and the animals share my gripes. feel free to explore my country with me.

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These pants are fye 🔥

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making my own stickers, the scans came out dope

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Becoming Someone's Comfort Item, It's A Worthwhile Job - And A Nice Distraction.

(but you don't let it distract you from your own healing)

You’re allowed to feel disdain for your neglect and circumstances. Your mistreatment matters, even if it’s just to you. You matter, even if you don’t feel like you do. And everyone you critique on the way to finding that feeling is a part of that testimony. You don’t owe anyone glory. You don’t owe them composure. If you’re unhappy, if you’re angry, if you’re disgruntled, if you’re overlooked, if you’re unwilling to continue, you deserve to express that., You don’t owe anyone silence. Silence binds you and perfection evades you. So pick the one that comes easy. Anger. Rage. Even if you burn too hot for a while there. Even if your heart gives out to the rage, isn’t that better than your heart dying in the cage? Isn’t there a version of you that would like to die imperfect and understood? Isn’t there a version of you that deserves to lose your composure and understand that composure is a cop out by the ones that hurt you? They are nowhere near as composed. So be them. Hurt yourself in a way that matters. Because that pain has value either way. And it matters either way. So don’t downplay the pain. The rage. The anger. The fury. Or the sadness. The loneliness. The unworthiness. Or the lack of understanding it all. Doing it all to be kept, accepted, understood, or seen should lead to at least one person opening their eyes. But maybe you need the person who looks.