Jun 1
I love isolating myself from everything and everyone.
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I love isolating myself from everything and everyone.
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sometimes i avoid currently popular stuff (both internet and irl) so i can just be onto my stupid shit im just trying to survive at this point.
Picture of Live
Sometimes I dont know what to think.
Everyone is living their own lives and has a Picture of how it should be.
As soon as you wont fit in the Picture you Are „weird“.
But not everyone understands it.
When you Are tired from Everything.
From getting Ready or going out.
You Are Isolation yourself and Not getting out of bed.
But still everyone will See a angry lazy Person and You only suffer more from it.
And that is is something that doesn‘t Change because everyone has their own Picture of Live.
I love sitting in my room and crafting way too much. It’s fun, it helps me cope, it makes my problems feel small and solveable. But then I turn down every invitation to meet up or go out. And once I’m out of the daily crafting for hours phase I panic about not having friends to do activities with. Then I do activities with them and I want to isolate and craft again, the cycle repeats. It feels like I cannot find the balance
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It was ugly, a sign of the hardness of things, that the world had no way of accounting for the size and scale of her personal loss.
Brandon Taylor, from The Late Americans