The more I feel I know and understand the less I’m finding I really have to say about anything.
There’s always a period of time where everything’s very chaotic and loud and your head is a tornado of thoughts and emotions crashing
Then afterwards there’s always a period of calm and quiet where nothing much can happen
And I think that complete quiet is always worse than the noise and chaos
I kinda forgot what a fucking awful failure of a person I am for a while. I remembered again today and hahahahahaha fuck. I’m really sorry for perpetually fucking everything up. I’m genuinely bad at everything I’m really sorry.