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🟥 Its @groundupflowers.bsky.social on the right

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Scars

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Fleeting fantasy, to be moved on from, for its moments may have been great, all good things are short, but cleaning too it will be more painful than the former. Give in to be sad, since its the state no matter what, be less critical of others and yourself. Your find it again, maybe it will find you.

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Seems like in trying to work through my feelings, i think i just buried them again, taking my creativity and motivation with it. I really dont know how to really process feelings i am finding out, its either bury them, or shout them. I want to know how to work with love not hide it to protect myself

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WHOS TO SAY I AM NOT EXPRESSING MY LOVE

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maybe i just need to tell myself that emotionally, I am underdeveloped, years of hiding from everyone and with my feelings has made me shut in, and now with opening those doors I become easily enthralled by fantasies, that probably dont even reflect reality

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a bubble it back in my chest, the emotions are back but already with one thing on my mind i am overwhelmed, I wont accept any answer I come across because i dont want to do them. im stun locked, I want to run and ride because its not confronting what I have to do. I need to grow up

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Goofy war-pills :3 the freckles might stay for a bit idk Lil lore dumb stuff alt text to the left, irl Romance problems in the right alt text

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Sometimes i cant bring myself to draw my self, knowing that drawing others is more impactful to them, having them hopefully remember me more if i go away

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I prefer this one more

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Coyotes where barking, a mixture of sleepiness but their voices sounded like a crowed of people having fun, like when drunk people would shout for another song or sing along

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August

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Sunrise

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Trying to sleep and theirs a drumming in my mind, i can tell its in my head lol

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Nocturnal

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Fall

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Empty words

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Have been encountering a lot of beautiful creatures

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I feel like i am too much baggage for people, and too boring. I try my hardest, and i fear it wont be long till people move on from me, some days its freeing knowing this, but also lonely. Can i have contentment in the fact i am only a footnote in other peoples lives.

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The sense of dread that come shortly after feeling good, it makes me scared to feel anything. But i need it, i obsess over it, a moment of feeling connection with others, even though its followed but such a heavy weight of dread and self hatred. Why cant i let myself be happy.

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Kinda want to delete everything and start over, but i can tell its anxiety of being perceived. Its funny how i want to share my stuff, my thoughts, but the weight of actually being seen terrifies me. I feel the need for have my stuff seen, yet when its seen i just want to delete it and hide

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🟥 Its @groundupflowers.bsky.social on the right

Scars

Fleeting fantasy, to be moved on from, for its moments may have been great, all good things are short, but cleaning too it will be more painful than the former. Give in to be sad, since its the state no matter what, be less critical of others and yourself. Your find it again, maybe it will find you.

Seems like in trying to work through my feelings, i think i just buried them again, taking my creativity and motivation with it. I really dont know how to really process feelings i am finding out, its either bury them, or shout them. I want to know how to work with love not hide it to protect myself

WHOS TO SAY I AM NOT EXPRESSING MY LOVE

maybe i just need to tell myself that emotionally, I am underdeveloped, years of hiding from everyone and with my feelings has made me shut in, and now with opening those doors I become easily enthralled by fantasies, that probably dont even reflect reality

a bubble it back in my chest, the emotions are back but already with one thing on my mind i am overwhelmed, I wont accept any answer I come across because i dont want to do them. im stun locked, I want to run and ride because its not confronting what I have to do. I need to grow up

Goofy war-pills :3 the freckles might stay for a bit idk Lil lore dumb stuff alt text to the left, irl Romance problems in the right alt text

Sometimes i cant bring myself to draw my self, knowing that drawing others is more impactful to them, having them hopefully remember me more if i go away

I prefer this one more

Coyotes where barking, a mixture of sleepiness but their voices sounded like a crowed of people having fun, like when drunk people would shout for another song or sing along

August

Sunrise

Trying to sleep and theirs a drumming in my mind, i can tell its in my head lol

Nocturnal

Fall

Empty words

Have been encountering a lot of beautiful creatures

I feel like i am too much baggage for people, and too boring. I try my hardest, and i fear it wont be long till people move on from me, some days its freeing knowing this, but also lonely. Can i have contentment in the fact i am only a footnote in other peoples lives.

The sense of dread that come shortly after feeling good, it makes me scared to feel anything. But i need it, i obsess over it, a moment of feeling connection with others, even though its followed but such a heavy weight of dread and self hatred. Why cant i let myself be happy.

Kinda want to delete everything and start over, but i can tell its anxiety of being perceived. Its funny how i want to share my stuff, my thoughts, but the weight of actually being seen terrifies me. I feel the need for have my stuff seen, yet when its seen i just want to delete it and hide

I know all of the things that will make me happier, more content, but all i can have any motivation/energy for is art rn, and barely any with that.

Idk if i want my venting on twitter lol