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Sometimes I find myself thinking they're the only ones I've got, like, I should be grateful they let me stick around. It's like I feel I should just accept whatever they’ve got.

Woke up and started questioning what I was even doing with my life. Is this really the path I want to be on?

Of course, it had to happen on a day when I had to wake up early.

Now am thinking about whether I should raise a cat or not.

Just because of this.

The mother mental health and emotional intelligence is the big factor in raising her child. It's not always Daddy's issues.

I have never ever felt like I have ever dreamt. I go to sleep at the dead of the night, between three kittens who tug and scratch at my back, in the middle of the loudest and wildest stories my roommates tell each other, drunk, high or some other inevitable inebriation. I go to sleep and I see visions of blurry but still distinguishable figures, places and events. Right before the story ends, I wake up late to four missed calls, two from my girlfriend and two from my dad. Past multiple snoozed alarms, and the sun almost over my head. But I still don’t think that story was a dream. It was unexpected, confusing and even frightening at times. I was actually never a part of it, but I would be there overseeing every bizarre thing going on. I wasn’t always like this, I think it was better when we were younger. See, I remember when we were kids how my older brother played and interacted with his pillow like it was an iPad, anytime I asked him what he was doing he’d tell me he was choosing dreams to sleep to. My life feels like the dream, not because it’s great or exciting in any “dreamy” way but because of how tangible and responsive it all feels. And even how inconsistent, how random, how all over the place it feels. Perhaps we’re living in reality, but the subjective experience of it is a dream state. And the experience I have when I have is not a dream itself but packaged with the subjective experience that feels like a dream.

-@AreYaWinningSurafel

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There is this endless quest for more, you know? We see people with all the riches and power, yet their hearts are still a mess. And then there's sanity - sure, we've got it, but not everyone knows how to be kind. So what's our limit, really? What more do we need than what we've got now? When will we learn to be grateful, to be content whether we're in calm waters or facing the heat? It feels like it's always gonna be one thing after another, this endless pursuit to fill that empty space inside us. But stuffing it with things like money and power, just to get people to notice us? Feels kinda pointless, doesn't it? Wish we could all figure out our limits and stop this cycle of chasing after stuff we don't really need. We should explore but not fill it with things we can't control.

Am I the only person who can sleep peacefully after drinking coffee??

I'd rather take a jab than a pat on the back.

I'd rather take a clever insult any day than deal with the awkwardness of a nice compliment. It's not that I hate compliments, but they just make me feel weird, you know? Like, do I have to say something nice back? And what if I don't live up to what they're saying? It's easier to brush off a joke than to deal with feeling exposed. So, if I seem uncomfortable when you say something nice, it's not you, it's just me trying to keep things light.

I always find myself showering my friends with compliments because I genuinely see them as these amazing beings who came into my life to rescue me. But when it comes to receiving compliments myself, it's like I can't stand the feeling for some reason.

Last year on my birthday, this girl that my friend knows just out of the blue asked my friend to wish me a happy birthday. She said she admired me and thought I had a great smile, and she wanted to meet me. It was in high school, and I was totally surprised. I mean, she was really nice, and the fact that she was shy about meeting me just made it even more surprising. But honestly, it made me really happy to know that someone younger than me admired me, and the fact that she's a girl means everything,

You know, sometimes we get so used to feeling down that when something good comes along, it’s like, “Whoa, what’s happening here?” I think it’s important to figure out where we can find peace, where we can really settle in. But hey, getting too cozy with the pain isn’t the way to go either. We gotta find that balance, you know.

You will always be noticed by me.

If only I could just breath like the wind no thought just go with everything that comes along carry what i can push and pass what’s heavy.