I’ll be going out there more often to read and write. There are not many bright lights out here, so the view of the stars is poppin.com. Just going outdoors easily is poppin.com. I regret not using it more when it was warmer.
when you really hate the fuck out of someone but you cant say shit because everyone else loves them and you know deep down in your cold dead heart that they’re a terrible person
what I am learning is that I have to allow myself to hurt, but not dwell.
I have also realized that when people do wrong by me, it is not me, because I have done nothing to warrant negative behavior from them.
that is a problem people I have been talking to have. the fact that I know that the negativity does not belong to me, and that it does not reflect who I am as a person.
they want the 21-22 year old wallow, “and what is wrong with me?” and I have outgrown that. I no longer need or want comforting. sometimes I just want to speak aloud about my curiosities.
it kind of sucks when you realize that people prefer you weak and stunted, though.
It has caused me nothing but trouble and bad poems.
I wonder if this fear is hereditary.