I buried a habit and moved on with my life

But I didn’t know it had a twin brother

A necrotic thing filled with deathly

Intent—that I die like its sibling

So relentless in pulling me

Six feet under that my

Spirit has nearly

Succumbed

Holy shit, this blog is the same age that I was when I started it

There will always be a hereafter as long as I keep fighting. Always.

Why do my self-improvements so often have to come from suffering?

Then again, why does fearing fire come from getting burned?

I am *so* good at making mistakes

Fuck.

Fuuuuck 🙂

Please let this work.

I am the falling tree in the abandoned forest

I thrash wildly

Does anyone hear?

Care?

Who will join me in this soil?

Unmoored

Unmoored

Unmoored

Discord

Unmoored

Unmoored

Discord

Unmoored

Discord

then

Drawing

Board

Sometimes it feels like I’m the only person there is

Sometimes it feels like it’s just me, in a little space ship, traveling the vast expanses of intergalactic space as I go from one romance to another. A long, lonely journey. My only solace is believing I will look back on this me one day and be glad I kept going.