Pretty confused of what to do with the pain of not being true to yourself
so I go back to something familiar. I document it.
I put it into words. I record it.
Like I used to, when I didn’t have the language for any of this. Figuring it out I still dont have it. It’s just a way of not disappearing inside it. Maybe a false sense of control, I'm good with that.
There’s no one watching.
There never was. And this is as exhausting and just as relieving to acknowledge it.
Turns out it’s easier to perform
than to actually be.
the final day of last year and the first of this one have been gently documented by my best friend and one minute of it all felt like sharing
everything was about synchronicity
the prefrontal cortex has finally developed, guys
