workinprogress

Ya'll only NOW realising Beyonce and Jay-Z are evil??? ESPECIALLY JAY-Z! 

Czuję się, jakbym nie do końca tu była (zeszłej nocy jakby ktoś wyrywał mnie ze snu). Wszystko jest jak dawniej, wręcz frustrująco bez zmian; jednocześnie to coś zupełnie innego. Coś, czego nie można cofnąć. Całe szczęście, bo wcale nie chcę wracać. Nie mam gdzie wrócić. To nie było miejsce, ale hałas. 

notmyname

I'm feeling uncomfortable in this body. It's clumsy, awkward, it doesn't listen to me. I know it's temporary, but it's such a blend of frustration and sadness. 

Also, it's me, but it's not me. Or, it's me, but I don't want it to be, because I know I've been better. 

Can I see the magic trick already, by the way?

(Oh, how I...)

sodidmydream

Ava Max deserved BETTER.

Same thing over and over and over again. Wake up. Sweets. Nap. Hopefully sweets. 'Assisted' sleep with the sweet thought of sweets coming in the morning. Wake up.

And I'm not really doing anything to stop that. 'There's nothing else to do' is an easy excuse, but f that, that's a true statement. 

Except for maybe ascending. And I wonder... maybe someone is trying to trip me on my way. 

I know what to do. What should I do?