Wrote this today (May 31, 2022) as a result of suffering from intense burnout and a dash of sadness, with 150 grams of loneliness and a pinch of impulsivity.
I don't even know what this is - it's not a poem, it's not a story, it's not really anything except it has one motif, and this is it:
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This is my idea of beauty, during a time when I'm experiencing massive burnout and crippling self-doubt.
This is what I tried to hold on to.
I want to be vain. 👑 I want to think highly of myself. Like I want to manifest Narcissus in the water to a certain extent.
To talk in today's terms: I want to be a hot girl, doin hot girl shit.
Life hurts.
I'm going to bed now.
Got a spicy chapter up next though 😉
(Wait a minute, that journal entry could be a Tumblr post.)
