The kindest thing literature does is remind you that your peculiar little feelings have always existed. Someone, in some century, was equally confused by love, bored by society, tired of performing, and hungry for meaning.
You will have a gaming phase.
You will have a muscle phase.
You will have a clout phase.
You will have a money phase.
You will have a girlfriend phase.
You will get heartbroken and then you will enter one final phase
that lasts until your dying breath.
forever grateful that at my lowest point i chose to become disgustingly educated, build myself back up and go after everything i’ve ever dreamed of. i refused to let misery consume me, chose fulfillment instead, and i’ll always be grateful to myself for being so good to me
threatening the reclusive freak part of myself with hypothetically engaging in conversation with others, strangers even. yeah buddy socializing. Yeah dude people