Aimlessly floating.
<p>Words escape me so often that I’m back to using them in their simplest forms. I’m tired of being awake. I’m tired of breathing in and out. I’m tired of begging people to give a shit. I’m tired of bearing the brunt of reality. People dump their insecurities and fears at my feet and task me with absorbing their discomfort. I’m already in a perpetual arm-wrestling match with my brain, except my brain has resorted to kicking my curled-up body in the corner while I’m too overstimulated to move.</p>
<p>The past four years of my life have been nothing short of transformative. I’m removing lids, opening doors, sifting through cupboards, sweeping out attics, raking leaves, decluttering my bookshelves, and unlearning decades of internalized bullshit that I was force-fed for three decades. I can’t unsee, unhear, or unlearn any of this shit. It’s too, three, four much.</p>
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