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[Adulting, Ambition & Anxiety]
Pressing 'Post new entry' feels surreal on a site like this.Only because it has become a conglomerate of thoughts and feelings before I could accurately describe said feelings and thoughts. The idea overwhelms me just to type words on a page, much more than it used to in the early 2000s. Then, it was unheard of to spend so much time archiving your ( Read more... ) -
I wonder
If anyone will ever stumble upon this journal and care to read and piece together my mind and help me find the pieces of me that’s missing
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Sometimes
Sometimes a girl just wants someone to be weak with, to cry to, to let down her walls that she has built with stones and bricks.
Someone to knock down the thoughts of insecurity guilt loneliness depression anxiety confusion-her incompleteness.
Someone who could be strong for me so I can finally take off my cape and be vulnerable for once.
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I think I’m depressed & im scared to tell anyone.
I have contemplated suicide but I’m scared to tell someone.
I just for the past 5 years felt like happiness & love is intangible, for me at least.
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Saddest thing is no one knows how often I cry myself to sleep
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You ever just look at your phone in hopes something interesting will pop out and grasp your attention. Amongst all the apps and social media we have these days I am still overwhelmingly bored in my solidarity. I'd love to have conversations of depth & grandeur but the minds of the men these days are shallow. So filled with pseudo-organic images of ( Read more... ) -
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There's some days i sit in my room in silence. Say nothing. Succumb to all around me. Too tired to re-live the events of the day, just silence. A moment where your mind could be empty, although we know it never is.
Just pure silence, to take it all in.
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Lost
He invokes something in me, something about his allure his mind his silence intrigues me.
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Release
Here I am. Found myself back to the beginnings of my creativity the beginnings of my self reflection. The beginnings of endings so bitter sweet. There's a part of me that feels dead, broken, jaded by all of which I have gone through. Dead broken and jaded by all of which never came to be. Sometimes I truly wish that I could turn to someone and talk ( Read more... )