Paranoia, misjudgement, jealousy, delusion, self-hatred, compulsion. Consider those things as inborn parts of yourself.
No, you have never felt like yourself before.
Strangers in the house and Gym culture (and clutching for straws)
Youtube, good exhaustion, child Q, Nazanin Zaghari-Ratcliffe/Annosheh Ashoori
Wailing about the self-destructive waterlogged first month of the year, and learning how to escape it
I’m bloody tired
It feels awkward, suspicious to be someone of few opinions.
Ever so slightly so that it barely matters
My Grandma has Dementia, but somehow that’s done nothing for my own memory.
It is just a feeling. But why do I do that with feelings? Feelings are not always thoughts, not always stories. They’re felt, sometimes that is all.