I'm telling everyone now to stay away from me. Everything I touch turns to wound.

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I'm telling everyone now to stay away from me. Everything I touch turns to wound.
My anxiety makes me feel as though im constantly under the threat of attack by external forces as soon as I set foot outside the front door. People might not pose a threat to me, but I feel the intensity of their gaze, I hear their chatter which leaves me paranoid, I feel as though I am being studied, like an idea which is becoming internalised in their minds. Its crazy how my anxiety makes me feel as though they are the hunters and I am the prey, feeling torn slowly apart bit by bit. People tell me that they couldnt care less, they carry on with their own business, but try to convince my mind this. Try to convince my mind that I am insignificant in their eyes, and then I will finally feel at peace.
Death is imminent
The circle of life never ending
The beginning
Gestation in the womb
A warm safe haven where nothing can touch you
A birth
And suddenly the world opens, ready to swallow whole.
Death is inevitable
A life
Sprouting like a beanstock, ready to touch the sky
No longer innocent, no longer pure
Appeasing the needs of others, never your own
Death is guaranteed
But why fear something concrete?
When the moments of life
Are unpredictable
Today's personal growth goal: internalise the difference between ,"we're all rooting for you to succeed" and "we'll all be disappointed in you if you fail".
okay well that hit me a little too hard
A poem about Hozier that started as a joke but got out of hand:
Hozier
The god of last requests
Barren
Barefoot
Picking pearls out of the grass
At midnight
In the moonlight
He looks like the rock
The creature
The redeemer
They taught me about
In Hebrew school
forgetful.
Ever get that feeling when you have to think what you should do next?
Finding yourself walking around in circles for about hours to think about that?
When you want to forget ‘memories’ and when you forget it completely for a moment you come to the point you almost forget simple things such as you turned off the alarm..you opened the door...you were called by a teacher... you brought a cup...after just a minute/second?
When I deeply think about something, I just forget everything that is not related to it.
What the fuck.
Damn, I forgot how bad I am at writing... y’all...