Walk with me.

When will I matter enough, to myelf?

One day I'll ask for what I want.

An impasse is coming.

when kafka said ‘you wouldn’t believe the kind of person I could become if you wanted it’ and when brontë said ‘if you ever looked at me with what I know is in you, I would be your slave’ and when Sartre said ‘if I’ve got to suffer it may as well be at your hands’

"Yeah"

Everyone’s sick of hearing about it, but it’s almost all I think about, how do you think it feels to be in my head all the time?

All I want to do is care for people, if you won’t let me care for you, I have nothing. I’m sorry if it comes across as overbearing.

fighting the urge to always know why

why, when, where, how, intentional/unintentional, w love, w malice, or no regard,

You deserve a life that feels good for your nervous system. Do whatever it takes to get there.

One day…