DUMPSTER THOUGHTS

It’s so weird.

I find myself being more and more comfortable with blogging and writing again, it feels relaxing and to be honest it’s helping me so much with like establishing my person. I understand now why all those people recommend them to other people. BECAUSE I WOULD.

Anyways, its crazy the more shit I learn the worst it makes me feel. Ok like because I makes me feel stupid that it took me so long to figure out basic human things.

What IS the right amount of mystery? People like mysteries but they don’t like secrets. I sure don’t. When i talk and it feels as if im showing too much then i get super held back. What is the right amount of information?

I’m not quite sure why it takes myself FOREVER to like complete things. Right before I’m about to reach what I want I find a way to either prolong it or mess it up completely. Maybe I don’t like to be satisfied? LMAO why the fuck not?