Polkadot

I just wanna address the 'Adame' Thank you

Why dig up old bones and try to piece together a skeleton when you could be out living your life, making new bones to bury?

The voice sounds. A little Like Me

Folks my anxiety is talkin a physical form(PAIN!)

A dream? It's a GOAL

Let just not try to understand Just feel. What I am and would be What. -shutup you little emotionally unavailable custer of cell

Rant rant rant....

a deep sense of fulfillment, huh? If anyone finds a store selling that, please let me know. I'll take two. One for me, and one for my existential dread. Because honestly, fulfillment seems like one of those mythical creatures, like unicorns or affordable housing. You hear about it, but you never actually see it in real life. So, where do they sell it? I guess you could say some people find it in their careers, climbing the corporate ladder and accumulating wealth and power. But that sounds exhausting, and also like a good way to develop a stress-induced ulcer. Other people find it in relationships, building a family and creating a loving home. But that also sounds terrifying, and also like a good way to develop a permanent sleep deficit. Then there are the 'spiritual' types who find it through meditation, yoga, and communing with nature. But frankly, I'm too impatient to meditate, too inflexible to do yoga, and too allergic to pollen to commune with nature. Maybe it's all one large lie. The issue with this is....I believe everything will have an answer And if this doesn't . I do not know what to do with me.

0 snacks in the house

'Please don't make me go to therapy, because I'm pretty sure I'll just unearth a bunch of stuff I'd rather keep buried'? I get it. I really, really get it. It's like you're walking through life with a perfectly curated playlist of denial, and the thought of someone hitting shuffle and playing all the embarrassing B-sides from your past is terrifying. And for good reason! Who wants to revisit the awkward middle school years, the questionable fashion choices, the heartbreaks that still sting a little even now? It's like opening Pandora's Box, except instead of releasing demons, you're releasing repressed emotions and embarrassing memories. The past is the past, right? It's over and done with. Why dig up old bones and try to piece together a skeleton when you could be out living your life, making new bones to bury? So many skeletons and more come. I get it, it is really cool to have bones burried. You get a high feeling! You’re basically Indiana Jones of your own psyche, except instead of finding a golden idol, you're just going to find a lot of dusty regrets and unresolved issues?

summer is just melancholy and fatigue ig(best summer that didn't summer. i worked my ass off!! I can't feel no bones )

feeling a bit Turkish indie-ish rn

*Wingardium Leviosa* (jumps out the window )

do you ever feel like you’re not to be considered as a person in this life but actually a narrator?

My bad for thinking common sense exists

me loooves putting me in situations I KNOW I won't be able to handle fr

It's like you're finally on the verge of achieving your dreams, and then your brain is like, 'Nah, I think I'll just accidentally set fire to this whole operation. For the jokes or for a higher power?....ultimate existential plot twist.

You know you want something. You know what you need to do to get it. And yet, you somehow manage to trip, fumble, and faceplant your way out of the opportunity. It's like your brain is actively conspiring against you, whispering sweet little lies like, "You know what would be a really good idea right now? Quitting your job and moving to a remote island to raise alpacas." If that is even what you wanted.