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i’m walking down the aisle to tear in my heart btw. and i’m marrying the boy i used to post about on here eight years ago. life gets better frfr

also i got my masters degree and im a therapist now. everything doesn’t always feel so heavy, i promise

We really went from “ᶦᵗˢ ᵒᵘ ᵗ .. ᵍᴼ ᶠᶦᴺᴰ ᶦᵗ” and “ᵒᶠᶠ ˢᴱᵛᵉᴿᶦⁿᵍ ᵗᶦᴱᶻ ʷᶦᵀʰ ᵈᴱᵐᵃ” to “Hello, I have a new song I’d like to share in a couple days. Thank you.”

the moment in bohemian rhapsody where freddie sings “i don’t wanna die, sometimes i wish i’d never been born at all” really hits differently when you’re mentally ill

same with ‘this year’ by the mountain goats when john says “i am gonna make it through this year if it kills me”

sometimes a clown is in your house. sometimes not. depends.

Depends if I’m home

where! has! my! passion! gone! I had it abundantly when I was a child, and I must have dropped it along the way, but I cannot figure where!

oh hey folks fun update, i found my passion again? i just had to find my right outlet, get to a place where I have aspirations, dispel apathy and pursue what I love, it’s all good and swell!

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