Love & Angst

When did I convince myself that I’m a robot?

It’s not fair that a part of my body tears itself apart every month. What’d I do to deserve this?

But this is how it works? I pack my life into a box, tearing it to pieces around myself, feeling broken and afraid, and hope that I will be able to put it back together even better than before?

God, my life has never been so difficult. I give all of this to you; everything that I am & everything that I hope for. Direct it with your perfect timing. Protect us and give us peace as things change and so many things become new.

It’s not the background you come from, it’s the knowledge you carry.

It’s difficult to complain about a job you’re thanking God for

I’m sad

Why does living hurt so bad?

Is a big part of being an adult unlearning the things that were wrong?

Weird milestone: it finally feels normal for aquaintances that I make in real life to call me by my real name.

Does anybody else feel like an NPC: when people walk away, you just cease to exist?