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no face, no case.
when it rains it pours,
but how big must a puddle grow
before it is considered a pond?
when does a pond become a lake?
i’m drowning,
but i insist that i’m dry.
insist i couldn’t die.
now every single day is overtime.
is extra credit.
is derealized.
i’m drowning but i
wring my clothes
and promise that i’m dry.
it’s good for the flowers, they say.
that’s very good.
you’ll need them soon.
tolerance break
forced into a bit of a tb for a few days
was hesitant to consume again
after about a week used my pen last night before bed
for me to heal from weed shame i need to acknowledge:
i can vape instead of burning flower
because no its not a cigarette but inhaling a forest fire all day long isnt good either
it can be used as medicine
using it all day always isnt medicine
you probably smelled like weed more than you knew
it seems to heighten my anxiety
if sober state me is able to sit inside the body acknowledging the brain as the other- weed me seems to put me way in the pilot seat-- while i can hone focus a lot more (art music etc) and feel closer to my immediate surroundings i seem to become one with the voice and it has more of an effect/more power over me (negative thoughts feel more true and harder to ignore)
it is okay to have enjoyment
life is meant to be enjoyed
use with intent
definitely consume less
we broke up maybe for good today
i cant help feeling like this has all been fake
like shes been using me this whole time
i genuinely feel so fucking done with my life
for over a decade now
thinking about really ending it on my birthday this year in a few days
i dont know what the point in any of this is anymore
thinking about hanging myself in the garage
no one fucking cares
a prayer for the "lord" to take me in my sleep
i'm so fucking tired of feeling so empty
cavern in my chest
certain nights i wish i would just die in my sleep
could tonight be the one ??
sick of feeling stuck
cant convince myself i deserve better
i hate being a broken person
horny
me jumping back and forth and cycling through
tinder
bumble
hud
feeld
3f
hinge
wild
for the last 24 hours in a frezny
sexual frustration like this is really depressing
like please literally anyone slide in to my DMs
shoot your shot
kill me
feeling suicidal
not knowing who to talk to
dont even know if ive ever had close friends
i have a partner that i can't talk to in the other room
i wish i was dead
“I could not stop wasting time. It was crazy. I wanted to do something with my life, but instead I went to sleep, or sung in the shower, or sat and stared at the wall. I couldn’t even tell you about anything that I saw. I didn’t talk to anybody. The cicadas kept dying outside, and as I dreamed, my mouth grew thick and venomous with silence.”
Yiwei Chai, The Jacaranda Years
this is what i feel
an experience offered to me
something i would like to share
and yet i still decline
and hold it against myself
if i’ve learned one thing in this life
it’s that sex sells
and i’m a sucker
i feel angry that i don’t have the community i used to here
that things and places like this can just be wiped from existence
i miss showing people who i really am
i don’t feel like i am able to so much these days
it gets harder the more it stays hidden
today is a day where i feel like dying
maybe i’m dying inside
so fucking dramatic
forever depressed
i miss real friends
the feeling is my best friend
a decade
....i started this blog after a breakup in 2012.
i was alone at grad school in savannah and didn’t know how to handle anything. the pressures of my family and school/career, a long distance relationship that got longer, how to be alone, alcoholism....
a friend recommended i start writing my feelings out.
it’s been a ride to say the least.
i can’t believe it’s been 10 years of this page.
you can’t be loved for you if you arent authentically you
but if you don’t feel like you can authentically be you
how do you start to turn it on
who am i if i don’t feel like me
cycles
what is this feeling of restraint
curious and interested and fascinated by strangers and new faces
desire, longing, curiousity
i want to know them, i want to be with them, i want to love them and feel them
and yet i hold back because i’m me
and i dont want to bother them
or creep them out
...what if they don’t like me back?
why do i worry so much
it feels so hard these days to connect
i’m too wrapped up in why i’m not worth enough of the connection
if i feel something i should say something, right?
i am draw to people and never tell them
do they know?
do i still make it obvious?
it’s almost like i save it to weaponize for later
“didnt you know i was always in love with you”
i can’t help feeling like i do it all wrong
a desire to be understood and connect in a way that makes me never question myself again
i don’t remember it always being like this, so difficult
i don’t even know if i can describe the pain of it accurately in words
like a hungry desire to love and feel love back, authentically
but not knowing how
and ruining the ones that might be authetic by second guessing and doubting and anxiety
how to let go and be honest
how to be open
i hate that i have such trust issues
thinking way too much about killing myself again
if nobody cares about your birthday
why would they care if you killed yourself
nobody cares you exist
relevant analogy
if the real you was spiderman, but you had to play a fake person everyday in your life ala peter
i dont like when i feel like to know myself i have to go be totally alone
i feel like i keep needing to regroup but keep falling behind because i cant regroup and catch up