jot 'em feelings down

I don't know how it happened but one day, we just stopped talking about the things that weigh us down the most. We just suddenly started keeping everything to ourselves. We never knew that there'd be a price to pay for it.

in my British English era, I guess. and I have The Originals to blame for, err... thank for

great, so now I have 2 more alter ego accounts here hahahahahaha what am I doing lmao

tripping about how my self-induced anxiety will forever be with me in every waking moment of my life, always lurking, always clinging, never leaving. just there, for its own entertainment and amusement.

I should've been delusional by now.

still learning. but never really learning.

but at the end of everything, we're all just humans. so fragile and robust at the very same time. bound to break free and break away. bound to no one but ourselves.

bruhv, there's no shame in feeling every scope of your emotion/s, that's where you begin feeling like you're truly free from all your inhibitions

if it's not clear skin and peace of mind + soul, i don't want any of it

there's so much for me to say but none of my words are enough to translate what my soul really wants.

I'M STARTING TO LOSE MY SHIT AGAIN. I'M GOING HAYWIRE AGAIN. I HATE THIS. I HATE THIS. I HATE MYSELF SO MUCH.