sad and gross and sad and gross
when you run out of social media places to talk about the one thing that’s bothering you
thats the thing you know thats what this is this is about my fear to live and do things and interact with people and sometimes i can break it down into small bite sized pieces things i can digest with some semblance of comfort but when i can’t i turn to other things i turn to people who will never feel the same way and i turn to projecting onto media personalities i turn to writing relationships i pretend to understand but never will because no one will ever understand one another 100% thats just the limitation of perception and communication
and yeah maybe i’m an emo piece of shit and yeah i’m judging myself for it and who will be nice to me besides myself but i’m fucking trying you know i’m trying to learn how to be nice to myself and love myself but i don’t see myself the same way as others do and that’s the reality of the situation too and i need to accept it because i dont see myself the same way others do and that’s my blessing and my curse i just need to make sure it stays a blessing
i need to learn how to type
