As my first post, I’d like to give credit to myself for somehow figuring out website creating. Shit is difficult. I truly just prefer paper, pen, paintbrush, whatever means that doesn’t require an insertion from plug and connection to my hotspot.
Journal entry 13/11/23 2:00am- plane back from London trip
It’s hard to know what I’m processing.
Dreaming. Ideas lost in the wilderness of space. Infinite space.
I almost feel like the ownership, compelled to comfort through obsessive knowing, taking notes. But not enough notes, is what I always, always think.
I now know this is anxiety.
I do know for sure, I love to think.
Daydream. Talk, understand people. And understand myself through other people. Through their experiences. Through matching the patterns of their words, behaviours, psyche.
Maybe I just like to feel close to people. A deep representation of wanting to deeply understand the misunderstood within me.
I love to be the only one to know. But that isolates me further into the infinite space of everything.
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