The herbs I’m taking give me a shit ton of energy and help me focus and make me outgoing but now I’m nervous as fuck for no reason
I am so sick and I have the biggest headache in the world and I have so much work to do but I can’t even do it. I am so paralyzed with stress but I can’t even do anything about it. I am freaking out so bad
I want to find myself. I want to connect with my subconscious, to truly know who I am. For years I’ve felt lost, wearing a mask, hiding everything I despise. I yearn to accept myself for who I am and ever will be.
For those who already follow this blog, I changed it to st0lenkeys (instead of stolenkeys)
“Going Up the Country” - Canned Heat
Anonymous murmured: did you delete your other blog? :(
yes. and the moment I did, I felt such a feeling of freedom I can’t even describe. that blog, while somewhat positive, was seriously dragging me down
just know I’m alive and doing well, I can’t break free if I’m so focused on my troubles everyday (and successes, but I’ll put some of that here anyway) and I was fucking sick of disgusting and rude anons. I don’t need to face the same thing that drove me here in the first place.
also i have been dealing with intense internet addiction (ok its embarrassing but whatever) since 3rd grade and i kind of need to recover from that too. I know I have this blog but I’m much less attached
Read The Hunger Games. Fall in love with the series. Finish Catching Fire and Mockingjay. Feel sorry for myself (and many others) because those books kept me sane, even for just a small amount of time.
My mind and soul are still very attached to the characters who stole my heart. I wish I could relive all the sorrow/excitement/emotion I felt while reading. I want to live through it all again and again and again.
Finished the hunger games. I’m fighting the urge to stay up reading the second book.
