Normally, I lurk.
I have never had any intentions in writing anything in this website ever, but alas, I think it may be healthier to express my thoughts, in an unfiltered way, because to be bluntly honest I dont know how to do that even to myself.
The walls are so large, grandiose and thick, that I am able to keep myself at bay. Alas, so is life, huh? Generational Trauma for the win.
A rapper I enjoy thoroughly has said it best ” Growth is an uncomfortable process, and pain is necessary for progress”.
This is a set of random, idle thoughts that spur in my mind as I am exhausted for the day.
I am currently in another state than the one I normally reside in, running off of 3 hours of sleep and power naps throughout the flight/day as allowed, and tomorrow im spending the day in the slopes.
I need to start doing this fucking prosebox shit apparently, as I was told I needed to find a an outlet to release my thoughts as that is a “healthy coping mechanism”. (That’s fucking stupid, just push it down to your stomach, plaster around it and never think about it again until you have a mental breakdown… )
Its 7:59PM currently, im not going to sleep for 12 hours so…
i wrote, cya tomorrow.
Loading comments...