It's nice now and then though. The pressure and ring and roar of silence, all fake, fading in and out with the emergence of even the smallest sound.
Troubles, worries, family
I don't know how I feel I don't know how I'm supposed to feel and I don't know what to do
Troubles, worries, family
I don't want to come out to them as non-binary. I don't fear rejection or scorn, I'm lucky enough to have family that would be accepting regardless, but I am not ready for that bridge. I may never be.
I don't want to talk about not talking or how I'm feeling or that I'm not ok because nobody's ok nobody's fine anywhere right now.
Troubles, worries, family
Parents called again. I legitimately didn't hear my phone buzz instead of ignoring the call like I have been for the past...8 months. She sounded really sad. Worried. I don't know how much longer I can keep not talking and I still don't know why I can't bring myself to. Maybe there's a lot to say, maybe there's nothing to say, I just don't know don't know don't know don't know don't know don't know
The internet is made of n+1 cats & the cats are made of the internet. Feline hivemind ate your pizza, probably your neighbors too. THEM THEM THEM THEM THEM!
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