Hello, again. As the title implies, I've become horribly bored with the constant use of numbers as the title of my blogs. Therefore, I will continue title with phrases that suit its contents.The picture to the left is "Weep" by James Jean. For the past three posts, I've been putting art. There is no purpose, if you were curious at all.
I really need to figure out what I want, who I want. When things finally get handed to me on a fucking silver platter, I push it away, I don't want it anymore. I feel like I don't deserve anything, anyone.
Everything would be a hell of a lot easier if I stopped thinking things a million times over, examining and re-examining every possible fuck up and how to solve it. It really sucks having a need to be sensible, rational.
I've never really understood when people told me to listen to my heart, what the fuck does it say? All I hear is beating, all I feel is beating. The only thing that makes sense is when I listen to my mind, do what I know is right, what's safest.
I don't want anything. I don't want anyone. Makes sense, sounds right, feels safe.
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