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I hate Christmas

i miss everything

At my birthday party I got a little too high at some point, and I was sitting on the couch while everyone else was on the floor of the living room and I felt so lonely. I don’t know why, my friends didn’t do anything wrong, but I was hit with such a profound wave of grief.

It’s like my body realized I was growing up.

One thing about me is I see my memories very vividly, and certain emotions trigger specific memories, and they play in my head like personalized films. When this weird isolating grief hit me, I saw this like montage of previous birthdays from when I was a kid, and I saw the town I grew up in, and the way it used to be. Parents calling for me, missing teeth, grass stained knees, sun kissed shoulders from swimming, blowing out candles, everything. It was a lot. And I wished I was somewhere else for a moment, but I wasn’t exactly sure where I wanted to be instead.

Idk if this makes sense but I really did have a lovely birthday, these things just creep up

What have I become

Kim Addonizio, “The Singing”, Tell Me

i have this terrible thing inside of me that is lodged in the back of my throat. it tears at me, constricts my breathing. i don't think it will ever go away. i am so tired. tired of being angry, tired of trying to be strong when i'm not, tired of being scared. i'm not living, i'm not here. i can't keep it together, i've been falling apart, when i was never even put together in the first place. will i be okay? will i stop crying in public? will this emptiness cease? i can't do this anymore, i can't live like this

I want my hair played with so bad bro it’s literally a wanting from within

Emotional affair

Overly sincere

divinity - a poem

seek familiarity in the warmth of ichor on your gelid, gelid skin

did they tell you that this world was meant for you?

or did they carve crosses in your chest, caving in your sternum?

did they tell you tales of falsified salvation, of cruel righteousness?

of eternal damnation at the blade of atheistic refutation?

seek answers in the warmth of ichor on your gelid, gelid skin

discover the world that lives to be your oyster

find redemption in the splendor of your existence

survive to lead the legacy of passion and absolution

learn to believe in the warmth of ichor on your gelid, gelid skin

seek divinity in mortality, find divinity beneath your hardened shell

seek divinity where it seeks you

I hate almost everything about myself I just wish I was normal I don’t want to be seen I don’t want to talk I don’t want to feel weak anymore. I don’t want to be pitied I don’t want sympathy I just want to be free. I just want to feel okay