Me in my first year and they are already making me read their prescriptions. Idk shit yet. When I tell them that I don't know they seem disappointed and I be feeling like shit too.
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I made the unsorted talk on a VC. I'm pretty proud, and you can tell I've been holding that in the whole time.
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I'm growing, I'm actually growing.
Me after hugging some people.*
Me after hugging some people.*
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You no longer receive
my handwritten letters,
with their scrappy handwriting,
a tiny heart, and a ghost
drawn in the corner.
No more do you
read my playful words,
full of love and passion.
I have grown,
and my words have
grown with me.
I have outgrown life,
all that once
each that brought joy
especially you,
who now lingers only
in the margins of my past.
my handwritten letters,
with their scrappy handwriting,
a tiny heart, and a ghost
drawn in the corner.
No more do you
read my playful words,
full of love and passion.
I have grown,
and my words have
grown with me.
I have outgrown life,
all that once
each that brought joy
especially you,
who now lingers only
in the margins of my past.
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Forwarded from I'll name this page later
Lying in bed in the morning I saw thoughts coming in, jealous thoughts, anxious thoughts, sad thoughts, self-pitying thoughts, which followed one another, and seemed to pass through my mind and then went out again, and they were nothing to do with me at all.
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Donβt touch my sorrow it's the refuge where my deepest thoughts dwell.
Donβt take my laziness as a flaw it's the armor I wear protecting me from the things that silently gulp me.
I know itβs eating me alive but donβt rush to save me donβt pull me out of the abyss.
Let me linger in my misery itβs the dark humor that keeps me breathing, the weight that grounds me.
Donβt strip away the heaviness that I cling to, or tell me Iβm drowning just let me sink.
Let the darkness consume me in that void I find a strange ease a place where I can finally be still.
I'm fine truly. Iβm not as lost as you think Iβm not as shattered as I seem.
This is where I need to be for now. And if I rise again will be on my terms in my own time.
Donβt take my laziness as a flaw it's the armor I wear protecting me from the things that silently gulp me.
I know itβs eating me alive but donβt rush to save me donβt pull me out of the abyss.
Let me linger in my misery itβs the dark humor that keeps me breathing, the weight that grounds me.
Donβt strip away the heaviness that I cling to, or tell me Iβm drowning just let me sink.
Let the darkness consume me in that void I find a strange ease a place where I can finally be still.
I'm fine truly. Iβm not as lost as you think Iβm not as shattered as I seem.
This is where I need to be for now. And if I rise again will be on my terms in my own time.
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