The Fool, The Hermit

someone: rants to me a lot brain: wow I literally do not fucking care that’s their fault anyway me: shut up we have to Pretend™

Every time I become friends with somone I think "finally somone who isn't annoyed by me" but it always goes down the same damn path of me slowly starting to feel more and more like I enjoy spending time with them far more than they ever will me, and then we start to drift apart and we eventually just become aquaintences.

I think it really sucks when you realise how alone you are because you only really talk to 1 maybe 2 people and when neither of them are available you kind of just lay there in bed hoping your phone will buzz with a text from them or something so you continuously check it and you try to distract yourself and then you get sad about how alone you really are

I want to wake up beside you on a chilly Sunday morning. I want to be able to turn over and cuddle closer as we let the sleep fall away and slowly warm up. I want to have a lazy Sunday morning with you where we sip coffee and watch morning tv before getting ready for the day. Or maybe we won’t get ready and we’ll spend the day lounging around and cuddling while watching TV. It would be the perfect day.

In this house, we sleep with stuffed animals. If you don’t have one, the law of the land will supply you with one until your stay is complete.

I hope you’re all wiggly today

Writhing as we speak !

Do you know what I love? How closely nature is linked with mentality. A walk in the woods can calm anxiety, sitting and dropping stones into a lake can ease anger, even taking time to pot some plants and look after them can keep my mind occupied from dissociation. It’s like the earth is the oldest psychiatrist of all, and it is always there to talk to, giving me a constant free prescription. Isn’t that beautiful