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august 1st 1999
i may have my father's worst traits but i am more ethical & virtuous with them than him
Well this post kneecapped me..
to be so understanding and never understood is draining.
being depressed emotionally but not mentally is. weird
my thoughts aren't dark, life doesn't feel hopeless, I know the mood will pass, I'm calm and at ease with that
but I still feel flat, tired, unenthusiastic about anything, I don't want to eat, I'm not drinking enough water, I didn't leave bed today until 6pm
but when I did I stood outside, I planted my bare feet in the wet grass, and for a moment I didn't feel so numb, for a moment it was nice. I enjoyed that. I was capable of enjoying that, even if briefly
it's like I'm stuck halfway, I feel like thunder without rain
just kinda weird
unfortunately i remember everything and it will sit in my chest forever.
Those beasts called Depression and Epilepsy (for the time being)
why can’t I be people’s first choice
“Second choice”
I have been second choice my whole life,
A constant struggle, a never-ending strife.
Always an option, never a priority,
A feeling of neglect, of ambiguity.
I wonder how it would feel to be first,
To be the one that they choose, not coerced.
To be the center of their world, their heart,
To be loved and cherished, from the very start.
But maybe being second choice is a gift,
For it helps us to see, to sift,
Through the ones who truly care,
And those who only want to share.
So let us embrace our place in life,
And let our hearts be free from strife.
For we are worthy, no matter what they say,
And we will find our way, come what may.
-chaos in calmness.