Who Are You?

Introduction and disclaimers.

Disclaimers: 

obviously, trigger warning. I have no idea what I should and shouldn't be putting 'TW' above, so each chapter will have a reminder up the top. I will be cussing, I will probably talk about sexuality, friend issues, home issues, attempts of unalive, medical stuff, some of the songs or pictures pinned up the top could be disturbing.

(Thirteen and above. I don't care. If you are not thirteen or above, I ask you now to kindly fuck off, take a fresh pop top and paddle pop on the way out. This is your warning.)

Example of TW: This chapter will contain: mentions of such and such/I will be talking about this thing/this chapter is also a vent chapter/this chapter contains ____ viewer discretion is advised/this song contains ___ do not listen if your sensitive to it, etc.

I do not own the pieces, credit goes to the artists.

I am a fucking minor.

What I write isn't fiction, it is as real as it can get. Do not take this journal and turn it into anything. Unless I state the chapter/ a part of the chapter is fiction, it is not fiction.

A journal was recommened by my therapist, it is not supposed to be nice, or pretty, or grammatically correct, it is supposed to help me heal and sleep at night. This is that.

I will (respectfully) write what I want and whatever the fuck I want, if it is the letter 'M' typed a thousand times over, so fucking be it. I express my emotions better through sounds, not words, 'M' makes much more sense to me than a poetic, long ass, fucking paragraph.

only give adviced if asked for.

I am currently not diagnosed with any mental/physical disorders. It is likely I have them due to trauma and genetics, but it is not certain. I am seeking therapy but right now I am in a tough spot. 

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Hello Traveller,

I have a couple of preffered names, but for safety/privacy reasons, please just call me Gnome. In the middle of September my therapist had suggested I started journaling, at the time I had shrugged off the idea but I sat down today and thought about it a little more, so here I am, sitting on my bedroom floor, pausing every five minutes to edit my sentences, and attempting to write an introduction to my journal. 

This journal will be a little all over the place, but thats okay. As much as I will be using this for my mental health I will also be using it for other things such as sharing things that peek interests, such as songs, games, art works, poems, flowers, history, and more. I am trying to get more comfortable sharing my interests with people so it also kind of ties in with mental health anyways.

I could sit here and try to explain my feelings, my thoughts, and spill out my mind to you, but it would take an eternity. I have so much and so little at the same time. I am always stuck, I am always in between, I can never decide, never have I felt truely my own.

I am done feeling like that; I just want to heal. forgive. Forget. I want to find myself. I have no fucking idea what I am doing and I think everybody is just winging it at this stage. Its time for me to finally get to know myself, properly, this time. My end goal for this is I can let go of my past and old ways and grow into my true self.

 Welcome Who Are You?

-Gnome

22;11, 5-10-2021-