I kinda just shit post here normally.. but you can call me Honey and call this the musings of a weird mid twenties girlie who’s trying to figure her shit out.
It’s clear something needs to change. But what?
I normally never need to worry about summertime depression. The sunlight always seems to fix me but this year I can’t shake it. I’m starting to think maybe it’s just me? Maybe I’m just a woefully sad person.
I done so much this year already but now it feels like I’ve hit a wall over what’s next. I don’t know what’s next, I don’t know what I want to be next.
My mind feels alive with so much energy and so many ideas but she’s been trapped for so long she’s starved. And I don’t know where to start.
Maybe I’m just spiralling again? But I can’t help feel like there should be something more.
I don’t think this life is for me, but I don’t know what life is.
Am I not meant for something more than just this? Or is that the antithesis of the human condition? Our self-obsession and absorption creates the self-grandeur illusion of “something more.”
Nothing really matters I guess.
📚 The Robber Bride, Margaret Atwood (just finished looking for recs x)
living up to the name of oversharing princess by starting an online diary. So many thoughts in this lil head… it’s honestly it’s been a long time coming.
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