posted 2022-01-11 01:21:13

I found another place to write. Not a better place, but a place that is significantly more private. Not only is no one else reading my ramblings but I don't ever have to go back and read it either. It's nice in it's strangeness.

Sometimes I go back and look at old writings of mine and wonder how I'm still dealing with the same shit. Isn't it time to change it up?

Being a person is just hard. Being a human being is weird.

But even through all of that there is always so fucking much to be grateful for. So much that brings me pieces of joy and pleasure and make me so happy to just exist in the world.

I love life, but I will also always hate it. <3




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