This is mostly an account I use to talk to people or dump things when I don't want to annoy my followers.
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I want people to come to me, but even when they do, I usually retreat back into my bubble anyway. It perpetuates loneliness, but it also perpetuates safety. Working out what to do about this is often exhausting.
I feel like the picture of Death in a straw hat and overall is right from some sort of Gothic Mid-Western painting, but it’s just so damn sincere and funny.
…In other news Mrs Cake is awesome. (At least someone has an inkling of what’s going on).
American Gothic? By Grant Wood
I’ve always been picky with how much I share about myself with close friends, but it seems like my these few friends all get separate versions of me because of it. So I end up juggling different aspects of myself while closing off so much more. Sometimes I’m afraid that even if I ever find someone special someday, I won’t have the confidence to let them get to know the “real” me.
I do nice things because doing them makes me happy, I don’t expect anything in return but I’d at least appreciate having someone being there for me when I’m sad rather than being completely ignored.
Things my mother has implicitly or explictly criticized me for since coming home four days ago:
And she wonders why we paid so much for therapy.