𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬, 𝐢 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞? 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤. 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧- 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬. 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧-𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲. 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭. 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧, 𝐢 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞. 𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬.
𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭, 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐣𝐚𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐭. 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐤 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐢 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.
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Jul 15, 2022 02:19AM
Hey y’all-So bit of backstory hereI had 0 motivation and have been crying like every day for all of summer life is a bitch school is soon and I hate almost everything but I’ll continue on writing <3View all Conversations