i am atrocious with people
so truly bad at it.
Because I can be the smoothest motherfucker around- IF i don’t really care about the people’s opinions.
As soon as I start to actually like the person and look for approval. That’s when things go to shit. I start worrying about everything.
I’ve been advised that just “going for it” is the best approach. I am going to do that in spite of my incredibly and inexorable chaotically fearful habits.
hhh wish me luck.
i feel
the stars are
singed
with the ash of burnt words
the night sky is
scorched
with longing for another
my bed is
burning
with the emptiness of being
without you.
my lover,
come home.
the queen is dead
everyone should be jealous of me.
i have found starlight and he likes holding me.
i think me and my fellow ghostly apparitions have some scheming to do
these speed bumps keep screaming.
Why is that?
september will be kind. september will be magical. september will bring the missing energy. september will be working towards our goals and self. september will be a month full of growth.
sometimes i just like to disappear for years on end. Others i can’t stand to be alone for even a moment.
sorta wish i could figure out why the hell each of those things happen.
ive ascended to the third reality. this is good news
okay im feelin better but still sad
-come with mewe will lay under grass in moss and starsloneliness will be forgotten-
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