I feel happy in those moments, but that’s not all I ever feel. I always feel the good and the bad at the same time. And you know how people say “do what makes you happy” and “if they don’t love you for you then fuck em” and all that mess. like what if who i am sucks? what if nobody decent would like who i really am? and what if what makes me happy isn’t entirely what should be making me happy? what if there’s more? but it’s so confusing because there’s these things i love, and i get bliss and enjoyment and I feel free. But where am I going with it all? I’m taking things day by day. I am the storm. I’m not hiding or tip-toeing around. I’ve already nearly died plenty of times, and I want to live and love and do it all with the time I have. Because as soon as I finish typing this, I will fall asleep, and who could know if I’ll even wake up in the morning? I love life. I want people to love me too because experiencing love (romantically, platonically, emotionally, physically) is what fuels me. I want love for myself and for everyone else, and that is it.
There you go, world. What runs around my brain