I have been hollowed out and carved like stone which is, so curious. i am not stone i am brittle, i am weak i am breakable in the best ways a malleable little thing can be
Life update / context I have a problem with dealing with emotions. If I have too many of them –if I feel anything too much, or anything beyond happiness or determination or boredom– I tend to panic and then find somewhere to die. Sometimes I spend money through recreational activities (but I can’t), or paint and make a mess, or sit down and listen to music. I also drink tea, eat food or dream of things off in the distance. But usually I just hibernate; shut myself from the world until I wake up with the rawness gone and my body not as alien as it can become. And in these times I absolutely detest other people, but it’s fine, in the sense that I detest myself just as passionately. I don’t like it when I’m not myself, but it’s necessary.
But, you know. Progress. This is a recurring problem that I recognise but refuse to solve.
But sleeping and eating fries awhile ago was good. :>
tell me how to breathe as myself again