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my journal is completely defunct it seems.
i have reached a point in my life where i have absolutely no idea what i am doing, how i got here, and what my future steps may be.
my thoughts completely scare the shit out of me, as they are always winding downward spirals of self-loathing and confusion.
i hide this well, but it manifests itself at night to a degree which i cannot hide. only few people really see this, well one actually, i only really spend my nights with one person.
i cant really verbalize. i suppose that it is why i dont journal anymore, also because there are people who i dont particuliarly feel close to yet will run into in these streets i call home who i dont neccessarily want to know how fucking insane i am.
im craving some creative stimuli.
i have reached a point in my life where i have absolutely no idea what i am doing, how i got here, and what my future steps may be.
my thoughts completely scare the shit out of me, as they are always winding downward spirals of self-loathing and confusion.
i hide this well, but it manifests itself at night to a degree which i cannot hide. only few people really see this, well one actually, i only really spend my nights with one person.
i cant really verbalize. i suppose that it is why i dont journal anymore, also because there are people who i dont particuliarly feel close to yet will run into in these streets i call home who i dont neccessarily want to know how fucking insane i am.
im craving some creative stimuli.