Do you ever want be someone else? Maybe not an entirely full replacement. Maybe you just want a replacement of the toxic parts of your personality with someone else’s good and positive traits because you see this other person bringing great joy to those around them and it gets the results you want out of life?

I know I need to be kinder to myself. Why is it so hard? I must have disappointed myself enough in my life to start hating myself. My eyes are hurting from staring at screens all night.

Ads are fucking everywhere. More than ever. But I am nostalgic for those 90’s and early 2000’s ad jingles that I will never forget.

It it doesn’t even matter what I write so I can be as real as can be so one day I can claim insanity in my criminal trial. This is a joke but I used to shoplift so it’s entirely a risk factor for me.

Writing does make me feel like the tiniest smidge better. I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s the act of immediately reading my thoughts back to myself as I write that shifts me into a different awareness of myself. It really cements the fact that I’m a person having real thoughts and-oh my god I’m really thinking these crazy things and it’s really cringe and sad. Sometimes it’s okay or even good though.

 

Thanks for joining me!

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton