
the world is full of so much nonsense.

The things that I love so much: learning, art, Boy, friends, even SG, the things that give me life, are starting to just fill me with this deep insecurity and anxiety. All I want to do lately is write poetry and travel to some foreign place. But even writing poetry is a dillemna in itself. How can language be enough to describe this feeling? How can language be enough to describe anything?
I try to tell myself that its the process of creation that holds whats important. i just feel like my life is just a tiny thing in the big scheme of things, and no matter what wonders i learn or understand or create I'll still just be a tiny flower that blooms and eventually is swallowed up by the earth. Worrying about these things all the time makes me feel like I'm wandering in this anxiety dream that I cant wake up from. I used to feel like I wasnt fully living as a kid because I never had the choices to live how I wanted (when you're a kid you have to live with and do what your parents say). Now I feel like there are a milion doors and I dont know which ones are locked or where the open ones lead. I guess i should consider myself lucky to have the priveldge of getting to choose at all ... but thats like saying if you dont eat whats on your plate someone poor starves. I dont know.
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somesillygirl:
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somesillygirl:
The name of which includes the name of a big furry plains animal that can often be found in yellowstone park and on the back of certain nickels.