This is definitely not a proper autobiography.

Mental health is a hell of a thing.

To clarify on that last post, it was more of me complaining about not trying for a few people or me not allowing myself to try for a few people.

Love is so hard. Love can be easy, but the timing of loves can be difficult. People are beautiful, timing can be ugly. It’s long life, how do you decide dedication. A delicate balance of feelings, someone will be hurt. Eventually you have to decide which person, you or them. But never is also an option, dedication is an absolute hard to meet, like infinity. Final happiness is a magnitude, how to clarify the levels, the end commitment is binary in the current system

Camping Difficulty sleeping Hear noise outside, assumed mountain lion *start to snore real loud* let the lion know I’m here “Ahhh!” realization it’s probably all in my mind, or declaring fightin’ words “Sorry” let other tentees know no worries Stay awake for hours because I startled myself out of REM sleep

Nature Not Clubs