I have this undying urge to get out
I don’t know exactly what from
not a placenot a person
just out. Out of this fog this numb motionless humming between me and the world.
I’m halfway out of my body.
Detached.
Sometimes I catch glimpses of her from a distance the version of me that used to feel things
with a heartbeat loud enough to shake the walls of my chest.
But now, I’m not here.Not fully.
I exist in fragments,scattered
flowing somewhere between memory and mirror.
I want to get out.
Not outout not escape like a vanishing act
but out of this suffocating gray
that’s dulled every edge of who I was.
And some part of me,
the part that still hopes,
is terrified of what it means to wake up again to look ahead to feel again, to stay.

There’s a strange peace that comes at midnight.
It’s quiet enough to hear my bones whisper. I like it, kinda allows me to be small
But then morning comes,
and I have to look her in the eye
the soul I once promised to hold safe
and apologize
for breaking her heart just to touch it again
for exhausting her spirit just to feel alive.
I don’t want to label this.
It’s not a diagnosis,
it’s a reckoning.
I’m too far from whatever used to keep me sane,
but I’m reaching
reaching back toward the human I was
fingers brushing the pulse of something real.
And as I unravel,
I am slowly becoming
silent.
Just like I used to, but this time it's me being matured ,grown and not going crazy.

Weynee guys

Hiccup is like the book, not the animation.

No

My babyyy.

Blonde hair??

Ech

Ende guys I just saw Astrid too
Weyneeee

Koy Mn agbagn

Good night

But she is black now??
Betam racist adelm alachu geban eko but ummm ahhh idc bye

She is beautiful tho.

I will only stop this channel when I finally get my own place, if I die or if we stop using Telegram. Other than that, you'll always be stuck with my crashouts. I don’t know if we should call it a journey, but it feels like a forever thing.
So stuck I guess.

My mind often worries for no reason at all. It consumes so much energy, especially when I try to rest but feel guilty for not being effective. Even after I’ve completed everything on my to do list, I still feel this wavering anxiety as if I’m falling behind in life. Worrying has become a habit for me that it feels embedded in my muscle memory making it difficult to let go.

And Thank you rose for bringing the pink one back.

The whole day, they were busy feeding their chicks.

And right when we were about to stop coops decided to vomit.