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We cling to music, to poems, to quotes, to writing, to art because we desperately do not want to be alone. We want to know we aren't going crazy and someone else out there knows exactly how you're feeling. --comelywords


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    I'm in a very weird emotional space right now where I'm simultaneously doing better than I've done in a long time, and feeling excruciatingly anxious and insecure. On the one hand, I have a wonderful partner (I genuinely don't think I could've dreamed up someone lovelier and more compatible) and my gender dysphoria is at a minimum and I spent the summer doing a job I loved. On the other hand, all my close friends are moving away and I'm moving to a new place and I've decided to change my name again (and that can of worms is incredibly overwhelming). I told my friend on a call last night that I don't feel qualified for any of this—being in my university program, being in a relationship, picking my own name, living on my own—and I think that sums up the overwhelm I'm feeling pretty well. I just feel so vastly under qualified to be running my own life, but I'm at an age where I am the only person who can be running it. What to make of that contradiction??


    EllieMae <3333333
    Aug 18, 2024


    fatherfig <33333
    Aug 18, 2024


    dissonance
    Spoiler! :
    aww man you aren't 7 anymore! what a bummer! seriously though, i hope life treats you well. you deserve to be happy, even if everything seems uncertain now. in time, things will get easier. you will find yourself adapting to it all sooner or later. take care of yourself until then though.

    Aug 18, 2024


    OrabellaAvenue <3333333
    Aug 19, 2024


    Zeta I am dealing with none of the experiences you mentioned above and yet it all feels so relatable. It's weird being at the steering wheel but there's no one to drive me around anymore (the car being a life-metaphor)
    Aug 19, 2024



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