it's honestly so hard to care about anything. its been this way for so so long and all it ever seems to do is get worse
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it's honestly so hard to care about anything. its been this way for so so long and all it ever seems to do is get worse
Why does it feel like the end of something
anti-therapy speak. your reactions ARENT valid. you DO owe them an explanation. you ARE just being lazy. your ‘self-care’ talk IS just an excuse. your parent ISN’T a narcissist. you DO need to work harder. you ARE overreacting. you ARE being insane
What are you searching for?
Journey into the Surreal: Virgil Finlay’s Illustration for ‘Famous Fantastic Mysteries’, 1943
Woke up from a weird nap and saw this reel and it's making me feel like I need to get up and walk for like an hour
You can actually make peace with the reality of never being understood but it doesn't suck any less
I'm blessed beyond measure but when life lacks inspiration and excitement it feels... like a waste
I'm lonely but I'm good
I'm bitter but I swear I'm fine
I'll save all my romanticism for my inner life and I'll get lost on
purpose
This place made me feel worthless
Lucid dreams like electricity, the current flies through me,
and in my fantasies I rise above it
And way up there, I actually love it
I am so beyond fucking bored with my life
I was always afraid time would make me forget you. On the bright side I might be less sad, but the thought of you becoming a distant stranger made my chest hurt.
Instead I find myself thinking of you more often these days, and I even catch myself wanting to cry like I did all too often all those years ago when I was still so angry at how unfair it all seemed. It hurt then because it was fresh; it hurts now because I have a greater capacity for it - an unintended side effect of growing up.
I thought maybe it hurt because of how much further and further away you feel - like you hopped off a train I've stayed on for 16 years longer, and counting.
It's not even so much about all the moments you didn't get to be a part of.
It's the fact that I was still a stupid kid. The me you knew was a kid.
I had superficial interests and wasted my time on stupid things. We didn't get to have real or adult conversations. I didn't get to ask you all the million things I'd want your thoughts on now - politics, your childhood, technology, entertainment, my dog, me. I don't know what your favorite color was because I never paid attention. Same with your favorite food. I never got your reaction to my first car. I never got to show you how to FaceTime or see how happy it would make you to keep in touch with your family so easily. I didn't care enough then to learn everything I wish you'd gotten to teach me because you're the smartest person I've ever known. You didn't get to be part of shaping me past the age of 15, and I'm worse off for it.
You were so much more than just the dad I saw through the lens of a clueless, self-centered teenager, and that person is just gone and completely inaccessible now. I don't get to know you any other way.
I loved you so much then but I could appreciate you a million times better now, and I don't get to.