01) My uncle once: commented on how "busty" i got. what a fuck ( Read more... )

i do not know who i am.
how do i not know who i am?
it's nineteen years now, twenty in June.
it's been a pretty long time.

it feels long.

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let me just start off by saying that i hate the fact that i'm doing this for a few reasons. one, i know it won't solve much more than feeling the weight of restrictions and the pain of biting my tongue ever so slightly lessen as my fingers punch the words haphazardly into this forum. two, i updated just the other day about nearly the exact same ( Read more... )

i am so sick of watching all of this. it's so vivid at certain points in time, that i actually begin to feel physically ill ( Read more... )

I still feel like I am twelve years old. I am an awkward and confused twelve year old caught in a nineteen year old's body. I fear I will forever feel this way and it pains me to predetermine this because twelve is the most terrible age ( Read more... )

sometimes, when i'm extremely stoned, (like i was saturday night ( Read more... )

i've been thinking of starting to write again in my actual journal that i've kept up with religiously since 9th grade. i haven't filled those pages with anything in what is only months, but feels like years. if i go back now, i'm not quite certain as to where i'd begin. i don't even know if i'd want to stroll down the past couple months of ( Read more... )

in most every situation i am ever placed in, i feel showcased as the "weird one." i feel like the one perpetually standing in the corner, alone, while coutless pairs of eyes define me the strangest creature alive.

and other times..

i feel like the only normal one.