at the pow wow today & this guy walked into a pole staring at me going by. it was the perfect compliment, but you know, maybe my beadwork was just flashing in his eyes yeahhh hehehe
I had a crash out for the first time in months or maybe even a year. I wish I could not feel the anger or hate in my heart, it’s so ugly & all I’ve ever wanted to be was soft & gentle
front row to Steve Lacy by myself when it was supposed to be an anniversary present feels so Lana coded. I would feel sad about it but it’s so ironically fitting, how poetic.
trying to unlearn the shame I have around my depression but im still unclear on whether hiding it is more beneficial socially or mentally. Like a fake it til you make it could work but could it also push me deeper into it alone