Is This All I Am

ok i’m locked in and riddled with shame. lowkey need to stfu

“And at my own suggestion, I will ask no questions”

Sorry for acting weird I foresaw omens in my youth that came to fruition

Wrote this last spring, but I’ve been feeling similarly lately so I thought a repost was due.

i think and feel so deeply, and i’m terrified that no one understands. i am terrified

Inhale warmth

Exhale ecstasy

I transitioned from a girl whose lips couldn't move fast enough. to a boy who the dance floor didn't love

“I appreciate your concern. None of this is your fault. It’s me. It’s me and my head.”

— Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Violet Dickinson written c. January 1909