When I'm down, or going through something hard, I like to think of myself as a star.
Not a movie star or pop star or anything, just a star. Something bright and full of life, appearing every once in a while, but as unattainable as something could get.
Nobody can claim me as their own, or get too close to me 'cause that would end in pain for them.
I am a star because I am minding my own business, drifting through life with no purpose other than when things gently pull and push me this way and that way.
I am a star because I sometimes have things orbiting me, like people, interests, hobbies, but not always.
I am a star because eventually I'll die, go out with a bang. Or maybe with a small, weak, whine, imploding in on myself.
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Secrets ||Signed, Me||
AcakA place for me to document me processing my thoughts and feelings as they come out. Apologies 😔 TRIGGER WARNING -mention(s) of self harm, suicide (brief),disorderly eating, trauma, etc.
