I have so much to talk about, but I don’t know how to talk about it.
I could talk about how draining college is and I’m only in my second semester.
I could talk about how my inner child desperately needs to be healed, but I don’t know how to help her.
I could talk about how I hope my little brother feels like he can come to me about everything.
I could talk about how I have no idea want to do with my life and it stresses me out every day.
I could talk about how lonely I feel.
I could talk about my love for animals.
I could talk about I want to experience love even though I tell my friends I don’t want a significant other but in reality, I just feel unlovable.
I could talk about how much I struggle with my sexuality and how in denial I am.
I could talk about much I’m dreading going back home for the summer.
I could talk about how I feel like I don’t know where I belong.
I could talk about unfair it is that we don’t have superpowers.
I could talk about how humanity is so beautiful yet so cruel.
I could talk about my love for rediscovering songs that I once loved.
I could talk about how I wish I was skinny but trying so hard to love myself in my own body.
I wish I felt pretty.
I could talk about the comfort of stuffed animals.
I could talk about all the tattoos I want.
I could talk about how watching the sunset at the beach is gives you one of the purest and most serotonin feelings.
I could talk about how my two best friends back home made me into the person I am today. The confidence they give me, and the first people to make me feel like I could be myself around them. I hope they know I love them forever.
I could talk about how much of a shitty person I feel like when I try so hard to be a good person.
I could talk about how femininity is so beautiful.
I could talk about how I’m absolutely terrified to get older.
I could talk about how I have so much to talk about, but I don’t know how to talk about it and who to talk about it to.