I’m too confused to believe in anything
Gonna stick to my original promise for this blog and just post something that I’m not entirely confident in.
It’s ermmmm incoherent and ramble-y.
I hope one day things can make just a bit more sense to me, but I think my desperation to be prepared (aka the root cause of my anxiety) bites me in the ass and robs me of the joy that one can very easily come upon in life, and I think that’s what I’m trying to get at. Writing and even thinking can be counterintuitive in some cases. Maybe all of what I wrote is entirely useless. ……….Im my own therapist fr
ALSO. Probably another reason for my hesitation to post my writing, but I’m fine!! Like I hope I don’t sound like I’m depressed😭 Or at least “too” depressed. There’s certainly an element of sadness and even at times hopelessness that’s just kinda ingrained living under capitalism and imperialism. Honestly, most of my grievances towards the “living experience” is all because of those 2 things and the near inescapable web of problems they cause. But yeah, I just think way way too much and writing helps me vent some of that out. Here’s a FUNNY OICTURE to prove IM FINE HAHAHA:
♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ Songz🎶:
“O” by Felicia Atkinson feat. Jefre Cantu-Ledesma
(mood: ambience, contemplative)
“Stars” by Pinkpantheress
(mood: yaaasss I love life yaaas love to #Live #Living) …I mainly include it because I wanted to shout out her new album