#blogerka

[teenageedream]

no matter how hard i try i'm never anyone's favorite person.

[rowenavood]

Każdy samotnik, choćby się zaklinał, że tak nie jest, pozostanie samotny nie dlatego, że lubi, ale dlatego, że próbował stać się częścią świata, ale nie mógł, bo doznawał ciągłych rozczarowań ze strony ludzi. - Jodi Picoult, Bez mojej zgody

[ladyfreeworld]

Dzień dobry!

Miłego tygodnia!

Nowe opowiadanie na moim blogu!💖

Zapraszam gorąco!☺️

Link;

Blog hobbistyczny z opowiadaniami fantazy.

[libertynstyle]

[sleepingwiththe905]

But, I don't feel like Carrie Bradshaw? 

Things that I think 

How crazy it is that I am here

How i feel like i shouldn’t be feeling this way when I have it all 

When will I know what the plan is long term?

Am i meant to be in one place at all times?

Do I actually love my life?

Song: Evermore - Taylor Swift 

Weather - Sunny 10 Degrees 

Date - Early April 2024

Screaming coming from the window outside. It’s normal, like an everyday thing but while I no longer sleep at what would be considered normal it’s not welcomed by me. It’s the crazy thing about living down here, you never know if the screams are from a homeless person,sorry unhoused. Or if it’s coming from again, what people would consider a normal person. It’s very diverse, down here and sometimes the people you least expect who are causing the ruckus around the neighborhood. 

It’s finally a sunny day after a week long of rain and fog. Thing I have realized in the past 2 weeks, is that I am greatly affected emotionally by the weather (which is why I think I need to leave at all times), and also that I have no idea who I am. I wonder if the two are correlated. I wonder if I should stop smoking weed because my Mother would tell me it’s the drugs talking. 

I guess I was hoping that if I gave myself the time to slow down and actually breathe it would calm me down enough that I would see this is all a big misunderstanding and I am completely insane so therefore in other people’s eyes I am “normal”. Which, now thinking about it makes me wonder if that is what this is all about. Me and my adventure to try to be perceived as “normal”.

As I type into this laptop and I wonder how or why I am even feeling the need to journal my thoughts, I wanted to type I was excited, but that’s not the emotion. I am so numb that I do smile but only because I wonder what will be coming from my fingertips in the next little bit as I navigate this.  2 Things we need to clear up. 1. I do type what I think and I don’t look back. AKA you’re going to see mistyped words and grammar and I DON”T CARE. 2. I can promise you this will be real, and is real. I am real.

[polskie-zdania]

Moje myśli położone na deski.

[relewantna84]

Chów klatkowy - mój wytwór grafomański:

https://relewantna84.blogspot.com/2023/05/chow-klatkowy.html

[blackheartsylvia]