Beard goals by the end of this year.
Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.
I’m bored of not being in a band.
You know i play no instruments right?
Can well picture you drumming away happily yanno
I’ve been so torn. I love the softer, kinder me.
I hate how easily she gets hurt and is distressed all the time. I can’t trust anyone - definitely not friends, and my confidence is so shattered thanks to a combination of people that I hate leaving the house and the idea of going on a date with someone scares me.
I don’t want to be that soft and afraid. So i’ll turn you all away.