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alt acc - i will block even more freely than i do on main, this would be a priv acc given the option <3
gods, talking abt anything that goes on in my head makes me feel disgusting. nobody should ever be privy to my thoughts. everything i say makes me feel attention seeking and stupid and like i have some sort of complex that ppl should be aware of and run away from bc why am i LIKE THAT
December 31, 2025 at 8:05 AM
EUGHHHH TALKING LIKE THIS MAKES ME WANNA THROW UP, WHAT ANGSTY EMO TEENAGER BULLSHIT AM I SPEWING, i need the earth to open up and swallow me whole. nothing even happened to send me into the fuckass spiral i’ve been in, i’m just like this sometimes
December 31, 2025 at 8:05 AM
but that’s what i am. a star. yeah, the sun is a star too but that’s too close. the distance is important. far away enough that i don’t provide any meaningful light or warmth, but i’m still there. shiny, pretty, bright, but not blinding. but has also probably been dead for longer than you know.
December 31, 2025 at 8:05 AM
idk why. probs just gay and weird so i have to think abt things in weird abstract ways or i’ll explode, ig. i think subconsciously i had smth in mind thought considering how i’ve gravitated towards stars in like. everything. especially in jewelry. but it feels accurate for me, at least
December 31, 2025 at 8:05 AM
i resented the idea of being the moon. but i couldn’t be the sun either. that’s a role i have never been cut out for. too big and bold, too important, too bright and warm. that’s not me. that just feels wrong. so i was never ever to settle these stupid thoughts abt my place in relation to space
December 31, 2025 at 8:05 AM
then blah blah blah the whole thing abt that one time i wrote “do you think the moon longs to be the sun?” in my notes app at 1 am in 2021 like the fucking . emo ass bitch i was at the time. now i’m going to start sounding actually fucking crazy so like. look away, ig, this is embarrassing
December 31, 2025 at 8:05 AM
so when i got trapped in my role of always keeping people from falling apart and ended up becoming a mediator for friend groups and it was all i could do and i Still got torn to pieces and throw away, how could i not grow to resent the idea of being the “moon” for people??
December 31, 2025 at 8:05 AM
would be More Interesting if i wasn’t a REAL PERSON THAT HAS TO SUFFER BC OF IT.

but like. the whole fucking thing of how i was compared to the moon in like fucking middle school, and i LOVED IT back then. but it was so intertwined with my “therapist friend” role which. yikes.
December 31, 2025 at 8:05 AM
kneading at my fucking calf like a damn cat, holy fucking shit everything hurts
December 22, 2025 at 7:23 PM