her room was a mess, made of scattered hopes and dreams
when someone asks you why you haven’t had any of the “normal stereotypical” experiences a young person should apparently have and you just go i don’t know what to tell you i just haven’t and for the most part you don’t care but then the atmosphere immediately shifts and you’re being pitied. and most people don’t really give a fuck right, they’re minding their business, but idk i’ve had interactions with people who do bring it up in subtle ways and treat you as if you’re some innocent little being, like oh cover your ears you poor little thing. so you leave and isolate yourself, but then it’s like how am i going to have those experiences if i isolate myself? but then when you do try people shame you for it. and this is the way people act when it comes to soooo many things in life. you’re like that and we want you to be like this, but we’re gonna laugh at your attempts if that’s okay?
i thought my suicidal late teens were the hardest years of my life but nothing could’ve prepared me for my 20s waking up everyday with no purpose, feeling so lost, unable to keep up with friendships, watching everyone move on with relationships and careers and being unable to catch up. and I’m such a “life is not a race” type of person but damn I’m losing so hard rn
“How smartly September comes in, like a racing gig, all style, no confusion.“ ―Eleanor Clark
assortment of Palestinian Stamps
photo credits to pinterest.
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