sleepy joe you’ve got two months. go crazy. eliminate all student debt. legalize marijuana. make tampons and condoms free. ban cybertrucks. shit in the oval office’s air vent. kidnap barron. the world is your oyster buddy
please be patient with people who have a hard time explaining how they feel. a lot of them grew up in homes where no matter what they said or how they said it, it was not enough to be heard. their default to feel safe is to stop sharing. again, patience please
oh to be loved like a habit and not a chore. oh to be loved because loving you is their default state of being and not something they have to perform like a duty. oh to be loved because they don’t want to live a life where loving you doesn’t exist. oh to be loved truly
she’s not herself right now. her head doesn’t
know how to feel. one minute she’s laughing and having fun, and the next she’s zoning out and overthinking, questioning everything all while holding back the tears. she desperately wants to cry. she just wants to feel okay
My therapist always starts our session with “How are you?” and I always say “I’m good!” and then spend the next hour talking about how I am decidedly Not Good.