greetings :)

 heya!

So i kinda write mildly nonsensical but mostly despair emo tear drenched lyric/poem/word blurb things where i put a raw feeling into text best i can when i feel... well, not great! Which, spoiler alert, is a lot!

I'm a human who has experienced a hell of a lot of life in a very compressed space of time and as a result of moving forward has lost the ability to go back the way I wish to. I have robbed myself of companionship in the hopes of finding happiness, but part of where I derived most if any of my happiness was in the relationships I had (and have, but things change with your change). 

I am well aware of my tendency to sound as if I know better than others, but know I speak this way for admitting to a shared overwhelming confusion sounds absolutely petrifying. I prefer to play pretend with the rest of people and delude myself into thinking I have some sort of answers that justify my isolation from my peers. I prefer to pretend i know better rather than acknowledging how all of us know little to nothing at all about this world we navigate.

So here's this mess constantly contained in my skull, I guess. Feel free to look through if the urge so possesess you!

jiffy :)



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