Guys I know clowns are scary and whatever but I think I know why. Have you ever seen a female clown? No. What about a Asian or literally anything other than white clown? No. Scary white men.

seen from Singapore
seen from Australia

seen from Germany

seen from T1
seen from Australia

seen from Australia
seen from United States

seen from Germany
seen from Russia
seen from United States
seen from Russia

seen from Türkiye
seen from China
seen from Italy

seen from United States

seen from United Kingdom
seen from Estonia
seen from Malaysia
seen from United Kingdom

seen from United States
Guys I know clowns are scary and whatever but I think I know why. Have you ever seen a female clown? No. What about a Asian or literally anything other than white clown? No. Scary white men.
I'm always watching. I'm in the background, observing how you manage this life. How you cope, how you interact, how you distort. Perceptions of reality. There is ash sitting delicately on the top of my slightly hot and frothy coffee. I take a sip, after carefully extracting the bit of ash with my fingertip. I'm always smoking. Absentmindedly inhaling and exhaling something that brings me closer to the end of my life, although it's only in addition to what we already breath into our lungs, contaminating our bodies. How do you bring your perceptions of what you think life should look like to reality in small movements and patterns. How you have applied the knowledge of life to your mind through society and what "good," and "normal" should look like. Our mentality of how the world, and every one who is on it, should behave. I'm always outside. I'm not able to join you. It's not some misconstrued elitism, and it's not a borderline narcissist. It's just that I don't fit your perception of reality.
Will this ever stop?
There are times when I surprise myself in a good way or bad.
This time it’s a bad way.Â
I'm always afraid that I'm never good enough.
I hate when people are too busy for me :( it makes me seem like I'm desperate, selfish or something. Why can't I ever be so busy that people wonder how I'm doing or that they miss me? :(
Yay..late night overthinking, fucking lovely.
so hard to stay positive when its outweighed by negatives