or maybe rather i know a bit more with each time about whatever the fuck trips me into the hurtspirals in the first place and/or how to ride em out a little smoother... idk.
that being said, feeling fine tonight in comparison. leaving my phone home when going into work def feels better for my mind than taking it with me, for the foreseeable. common pocket notebook W
not to sound vaguely therapist reminiscent, but there's definitely something behind not behing able to fully move on emotionally from that yet
and maybe it's a good chance to reflect on it and take it apart to see what might be keeping you hung on
and whether it's doing you more harm than good in the big picture
-friend
hm 💢
feeling through grief of whatever sort properly has possibly never been my strong suit but trying my healthiest
even when some of the feelings recur and return - still, life goes on all the same
like, i know i know, the right to not reciprocate within interpersonal stuff and all that, but it all was really saddening still to me i cant deny
belatedly feeling the weird heaviness of having missed [] a lot back in december and yet knowing [] didnt feel the same way whatsoever not even on a friendsy level
one-ear dog plush (other ear free-floating) at bestie's + sewing kit in my edc = beautiful maintenance
at bestie's parents'. heating types discourse, music channel from the kitchen tv, etv showing the tail end of 2000 metres to andriivka doc from the living room tv, i hear it all. i was in the midst of making a zine. it's very strange to have it all mesh like this.
in the doc the guys found a cat, in the razed village. my thought of, the cat must've been someone's, a friendly cat, calico.
maybe i do have the space to hold it all