i know i know i know.
I thought I could do this, step bravely out into the world and conquer it on my own. I thought I was smart and capable and intrepid.
And maybe I even was, in theory, but now I’m just tired, and I want to go home. I want familiar voices and smells and arms, good conversations with people who aren’t assessing me, late nights with people I love and who love me. I want stability, and a place where I can leave my goddamn jeans on the floor, and somebody to cry to who won’t make me feel like I’m burdening them by being sad.
But all of those things are so far away, and all I’ve got now is Me, and that’s really, really concerning because Me is falling apart. I feel like I’ve outgrown myself, like there are all these parts that don’t fit under my skin anymore. They keep slipping out. And it’s really hard to walk around like that, when you haven’t got anybody to lean on.
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