I also overanalyze conversations because I don’t always know how to interact naturally, and I feel caught between two cultures without completely belonging to either, very socially stunted and not good. I’
"can a dead man die again?" - an original poem by me. i wrote this about the fear that if i was dying, i wouldnt notice it and get help, because im always in pain, so it wouldnt be new to me, and id probably just excuse it as a flare
ID don’t really know how to explain this but I feel like there’s always a little sadness inside me literally almost every day...oes anyone else feel this weird underlying sadness?
I believe in fairytales. Not in the sense you think. I believe in power from sources not within the realm of this. I believe in magic and wishful thinking. I believe in unicorns and dragons. I believe in round tables and tricky foxes. I believe in pots of gold and colorful eggs.