I can not describe to you what my life is like having no sense of identity. My crisis is always happening. And I no longer want to be on the verge of mental collapse. I don’t want to mentally detach from myself with little to no feelings. Yes there is one constant feeling of love but nevertheless i act on instinct. And it hurts everyone around me.
would you like some cream cheese on your beagle
keep your cream cheese away from my dog
Oh gosh I’m starting to really trust you and this is terrifying.
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To open up or not open up that it’s the question. I don’t expect anyone to understand anything ever. I feel like I can’t fully articulate the meaning behind my word. I get significantly closer late at night when I type it out. But some days I let it sit in the bottom of my soul. Counting the waves crashing as I listen to the world. How else could I maintain such fragile bones?