PART 2: another occurrence of this happening is when my cousin had befriended this absolute weirdo and I said after the first time meeting him that I didn’t fw him, I didn’t like his energy, he seemed like he’d be a problem in the future. And guess what happened just the other day. WEIRD DUDE BIT MY COUSIN 🤠. BIT HIM. He tried to bring some bs to my cousin and it turned into a fight and he bit him when he started losing. Now my cousin has nerve damage in his wrist/hand.
I’m not out here saying mean shit about people for fun, it’s intuition and I don’t think people understand that no matter how many times situations like these happen and I said something was gonna happen in the beginning. I’m really just a brutally honest psychic fr.
I would rather not go back to the old house/ I would love to go back to the old house but I never will.
Time travel not existing seems so unfair. I mean I get it that life and the universe is a big learning experience but does every regret, mistake, and missed opportunity have to be so permanent? I should be allowed a do-over. How could’ve I have know better while I’m still at the beginning of my life? 20 years is so young. It’s like your parents blaming you for something you did when you were 4 and holding it over your head even when you’re 22. (Yes, that happened/happens. Add it to the list of shit wrong with my parents) reincarnation seems too far away and even still the circumstances would be different in a new life. The continuation of time is such a tragedy. A curse.
There are big chunks of time missing from my brain and I can’t help but wonder what was so bad that my mind resulted to self hypnosis. The feeling is there, but the context… ?????? But as long as I’m happy I don’t care to find out. :)
decided that I’m gonna try the whole only talking to one person thing. Made a color coded schedule for who I spend time with this month so I don’t start ghosting my friends.
I just keep lying on ever single resume I’ve ever had and somehow no one finds out. Ik this is bad, but it makes me want to test my limits and see how far I can go with my lies. Sort of like a ‘Catch Me If You Can’ (2002, staring Leonardo DiCaprio) type of situation.
no one understands how difficult it is to be a hot girl during hot girl summer. I have the overwhelming need to throw ass in a mirror at all times of the day. It gets in the way of my daily routine. This is my life for the next 3 months. I didn’t choose this.
I drank a Monaco on the drive to my old job thinking that would help and it didn’t. They were having their fancy customer event and my friend wanted me to go so I did. I also missed the mother figures that I had leaned on over the past 3 years so that’s another reason why. There something strange about about the effect that a building and the drive to get there can have on you. There’s a reason why I avoid the entire mid rivers area: Too many memories, both good and bad, 3 years of them that bring up emotions that I don’t want to deal with. I left abruptly to run off to a new life and I hate it when I’m forced to look back. I feel like a ghost with unfinished business…. I wouldn’t call the feeling pain, it’s not nostalgia either. It’s just something that I can’t put my finger on and it’s so intense that I can’t help but tear up. If it were up to me, I’d forget every era of my life once a new one starts. It’s easier that way.
