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PATIENTLY WAITING

sorry. i dont have a therapist

it feels like there are many fragments of me that broke and fell of, disappearing. or maybe they were never there, and i was just wired differently. “wrongly”? i’m not sure, it feels rude to say that. differently for sure

is it things i buy? things i make? things i want? … it’s probably everything above, but it’s all hard to keep track of. it changes constantly, and when one thing finally settles and stays the same, something else has a crisis or wants to do something differently

much to think about. what is identity? is it physical, mental, or a social status? is it what i say, or what i do, or what others say i am?

it’s so hard to put a name to myself … i don’t really know who or what i am. do i really like all of the things i surround myself with? did it ever make me happy, and is it just my mental state robbing me of happiness?

i feel like maybe 65-75% of my existence is just absorbing my surroundings and acting what is expected of me

yeah, i’ve been keeping my eye out for solid mastodon instances to move to as well ngl

hairy armpits my friend????

i can do butt too. or boobs

many condolences 🫂 take it easy.

YERRRR :3

splatoon tomorrow!!!!!

i bought the salmon ita bag a while back and it’s a staple in my bag rotation!!!

🫂 so sorry to hear. take it easy.