As dramatic and otherworldly as it sounds, I’ve felt my soul starved. I can’t remember when it started, but it has been getting more bare as the years draw by. My memory of..who I was, my childhood joys seem to have vanished.
I am attracted to people and places that are more spiritually nourished than I have any want to hope. People who have found different sources of beauty & truth & relish in them often.
Sometimes, I need to find the comfort in loneliness & try to remember that the world is not that way.
As far as my mind, and self-absorption might take me away. As separate as I feel, and constantly vulnerable, I am still a complex human being. I suppose, I need to take the time to know myself again.
I fear that the padding between who I am & who I seem is thin.
Too thin for growth.
In non-metaphorical terms; I am going to try and grow up.
i hurt myself super badly & I really wish my mom and sister were around to make fun of me, and maybe be around just in case I get trapped on the floor for hours.
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