this little thing called "My Thoughts" was something that kept me going for a very long time. i kept going on and adding my immature poetry filled with frustrated thoughts. over the span of six years: i never knew who i was or who i was trying to be, i'm not saying i've figured it out, but i think i'm on my way there. the view has been weird and wild but i'm not mad about it. things like this are supposed to happen and i'm not sure if it's the fact that i'm high as fuck listening to From Eden by Hozier while writing this or if i'm finally understanding life aside the depression but this has been a beautiful place for me to figure it out.
the lines i wrote, whether they make any sense or not because i'm sure they definitely don't, mean't something to me in that moment. they were a part of my thoughts and i've always had them to the point that they're bashing into each other. my head is a mess and so is everything else but i'm not going to try to excuse that anymore. i am the way i am because that is me. and i'm going to try to figure out what the hell that means. goodbye my baby, thank you for taking care of me when i needed someone and being my outlet. i love you.
less high reading back and how stupid i am is funny as fuck, "why add that?" you say? it's just My Thoughts remember?
