Wasteful Thinking

Just thoughts i can’t say out loud and bullshit i find neat

[shiny-angler]

I’m writing a story.

And I think I’m on to something, but maybe I’m high.

But it’s mine.

[shiny-angler]

I’m sitting in decay as my thoughts run in fear, so I shall type to break it.

What if the only way to get into a form of afterlife is to believe in gods or beings in the world and those who don’t get sentenced to nothing for they haven’t made themselves known to higher ups or there worth to stay in their realms.

A thought of many I shall ponder in agony till my end.

[shiny-angler]

Love the signs of mental health growth by realizing after I get home from hanging out with friends I only feel socially tired instead of social and emotionally tired from anxiety and self dreads.

[shiny-angler]

My sanity feels like it’s cracking and waning yet I look in myself and feel I can withstand a storm, I’ll probably shatter in the end.

[shiny-angler]

I feel like I’m made of moss and mud, and it makes me wonder do all people have a substance they can relate their thought and feelings of existence too or is it just me.