It’s kind of funny (not?) that I stopped using this account when I got my very first serious boyfriend and like I kinda was so invested on being everything HE wanted that I forgot about me. And it’s been what, 7 years (omg Noah is this you??) anyway, and I lost myself so much +
Rereading my old tweets made me realize how full of life I was, how independent and happy I was, how me. And how I lost everything because a man made me feel like I was nothing and I still can’t get out of that hole. I don’t trust a single soul to open up to.
+ that I cannot speak out loud about the things I love, I don’t have social media anymore (I can’t bring myself to delete this account) I don’t talk about the things I like, I don’t have actual friends like real life people, I’m so sad.
I have been able to re-read some of my favorite books, and although I am no longer the same person as I was back in the day, when I read the pages, I feel like nothing has changed. I feel like I am still back at my dad’s home dreaming about searching a Welsh king