#confronting myself

[postcardfromcelestemountain]

Confronting Myself, the "HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYA! " Theme Song

[notebard]

can Lena Raine please compose the soundtrack to my life

[latetothegames]

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[katreal-fic]

Artwork for @lemonlightproductions ‘s track Celeste Package, Track 4: [Confronting Myself]

Please give it a watch. I’m super proud of being involved in this project.

[vgmremixtape]

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OCR04271: Celeste: Part of Me - heymangurany

[First Steps, Resurrections, Scattered and Lost, Confronting Myself]

from OverClocked ReMix, and the album BadAss: Paragons & Renegades

[hurtbymanysouls]

I have had to face a lot of HARD things this year.

I made hard decisions

Had hard conversations

Learned hard lessons

And accepted hard truths

Yet

The hardest task

Was confronting myself

[thehoh-society]

Is this my trauma?

I was up at 3 in the morning after a heavy conversation with my best, pouring forth my unfiltered thoughts and gutting my heart on paper the stream of consciousness of a deaf, black male who has to balance those two predominant spheres (along with being queer) while battling the never ending introspective thoughts that constantly make me question my self worth and whether or not my friends are REALLY my friends, or just people who pity me and are being polite while I misread all of their cues and tones, all the while addressing the fact that I have avoided confronting the real issue that my disability is an obstacle when it comes to building genuine (ergo, romantic) relationships, while people won't actually SAY it....we all know it's there, and it's great that I'm like this "AMAZINGWONDERFULGENUINETALENTEDFUNNY" guy, but I'm still "too deaf," "too black," "too intimidating." And internalizing THIS message, this stream of consciousness, in a way that people cannot look at me and go, "Nah, you're being a #paranoidminority" or "you're #attentionseeking and #playingthevictim" because we are often taught that our experiences are invalid. That it's all in our heads. But it's me holding up a portrait of myself that contains fragments belonging to different places while not fully belonging anywhere.

I'm not asking for pity or your opinion. There isn't a right or wrong. It's just me. My experiences as the results of biology and fucked up circumstances and being a clusterfuck of star stuff.

Yeah that's my headspace.

[tails-doll-jumpscare]

My questions with..."myself" have concluded, lack of information gained, I will have to go back again.

Unfortunatly, No More Innocence seems to be panicking, wanting everyone to leave for their "safety".

I will not give up.

I will come back.

I will come back.