Tired Steam of Consciousness
Current mood:  blank

Welcome to my Blog Ig.
I'm going to post whatever thoughts pass into my head and use this lil platform to scream into the void. I heard that a lot of people find it comforting because they need others to validate their pain and the anonymity of the internet shields them from the consequences of vulnerability or whatever. Anyway, enough armchair psychology.

I'll share a bit of whatevers in my head rn. It's late at night, 10:41 pm, and I'm sitting in my chair, in front of my weirdly bulky computer that was discontinued years ago. Probably because it's so inconvenient compared to the laptops that people can carry around wherever they please. Like those tiny dogs that were genetically designed to fit into purses.

I keep looking at my blindingly bright computer screen. I want to tell someone something, but there is nothing to share. There's no one there. I want to chatter mindlessly, once again, about how much I love the way that the lights and shadows dramatically clash in between the leaves of the tree I saw today. Or maybe give an impressive and thorough analysis of a piece of media I've been fixated on lately, Slug Girl by Junji-Ito. Oh, how horrific it is was to see how desperate she was to erase the parts of her she was taught to hate from a young age. How terrible it was to watch others erase her in the process of trying to fix her. Something that hits a little too close to home.

I think what I really want is to lay my head in someone's lap and tell them how hard everything has been, while they listen and pet my hair. And to tell them that I've been looking forward to these little talks. It's been a long time since that has happened. 

I did not expect to write down something so (semi?)personal. Honestly, I'm too tired to be embarrassed by this right now, so it shall be posted.
I'll post again later, darlings. I hope y'all are doing well. Much love, xx.