#journal excerpts

[purusadivine]

I’ve spent so much time floating in the clouds, speaking with spirits, imagining realities much greater & I’ve never been able to plant my feet in the ground, in a place here on Earth for me. I’ve always felt like a stranger on strange lands, even in my own home. Now, I guess I’ll be traveling by foot until I find home.

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[forevergiiirl]

Sarah Mann’s journal excerpts, @sarahmanndocuments on instagram

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[multidimensionalreality]

“When does hope become obsessive, and happiness become expectation?”

- J. , Life as an Insanity 

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[annetries-towrite]

I'm afraid if I go too far, I'll circle back to your name. It will be then that I must confront the intensity underneath my anger. Until then, I shall sit still and watch the world move on without me.

- @annetries-towrite

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[toxiic-dreamland]

Book: Grayscale by Samira Vivette

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[1nt0thev01d]

“I’m almost done living on pause” is a quote that has been sitting with me ever since I read it, because it explains exactly how I feel. It’s like I’ve put my own life on pause for the sake of being whoever I’m needed to be. 

I’ve been wearing so many hats that my head feels cold without one, and none of them fit quite right. How can I know who I am when I have to be someone different for everyone I meet?

#into the void #journal excerpts

[sideparty]

lines from my journal

where is my sense of agency? my cause and action? lacking a distinct view of the world and reasoning to perform [pleasant and unpleasant] tasks leaves me with the question, why do i exist if i am not living? why am i not living? what is false autonomy?

[...]

reflecting on my personal ‘relationship’ between intent and actions: do i exist with intent? what are those intentions? do i act on them and if so, how? also, how does this determine my relationships with others?

#prompting discussion with myself #there's a lot of missing content here but #basically I question if I behave with intent #my performance of self #is cracking #what is a person without intention #the topic was self agency and autonomy #and how false beliefs disturb that autonomy by messing w the relationship btwn intent and action #journal excerpts #journaling #thought dump? #self discovery #self recovery

[lanadelrey-pdf]

25 June 2022

When I was younger, the best part of my day was when my dad came home. I used to stay up late just to see him because I missed him so much. He used to go to work early in the morning and come home at 10 or 11 at night. Sometimes even till 2. My mother said I would never go to sleep until I saw him.

But during my adolescent years, he felt like an old friend who you wanted to talk to but you didn't have anything to say anymore. I felt distant from both my parents maybe because I was growing up. And that time, I didn't have the best relationship with them. I realised that they weren't how I perceived them when I was younger. Even they had their own struggles but I was too young to understand it.

During covid, somehow our relationship had become close, even repaired you could call it. Maybe because we all lived in one place and didn't have other places to go to everyday. We understood each other slowly. But I was still distant from my parents. I like to keep to myself about things but at that time, I was little to extreme in that aspect.

Now, he's still my best part of the day. With him, I go home to my family, to my sister. He picks me up from my classes everyday at 9 and we talk about everyday things. He asks me how my day was while I eat the rest of the food my mother packed for me.

We all have dinner with my sister and my mom getting teased by both of us. And I cherish that part of life.

My mother always says that I had her face and my father's personality. I understand it now.

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[polarixs]

1:00 am (an excerpt)

“it’s one am, and i cant sleep, and i’m too busy thinking about every mistake i’ve ever made, and everything i miss, and everything i regret. something feels off and i miss being young but how silly am i to write that. i am young. i feel ashamed of everything i do ... i don’t know. i think it would be great to be a caterpillar. all you have too do is eat leaves until you form a chrysalis and cease to exist. or does the caterpillar still exist after chrysalis. is the essence of the caterpillar carried forward or does it perish as the butterfly flourishes. at what point does the caterpillar become a butterfly. i think i am in that state right now. i’ve almost ceased to exist but there’s a little bit left before something else sprouts. what am i even saying though i’m not a caterpillar or a butterfly. i am me. but who am i. who am i. who am i. i dont. i can’t comprehend myself. i have no sense of self but i wish i did. i have my labels and name but sometimes those feel fake. i am merely in someone else’s shoes and i don’t quite know how i ended up here.” 

- an excerpt from my journal

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[purusadivine]

I was watch a sermon earlier that was saying that in order for you to be truly passionate about something, you must be willing to suffer for it. That’s a religious ideal that I just don’t believe in.

Challenges, pain, & loss are all prerequisites to life. But suffering to me is lingering too long in spaces you don’t belong in. It’s extensive pain & struggle.

I don’t want to suffer for Love. I’ll face the challenges, I’ll bare the growing pains, I’ll brave the losses of the seasons but I will not suffer for meaning. Real passion, true Love & devotion is God. It will see You through your darkest hour & lift you anyway. It will reach you as you are. Regardless. Despite.

#personal #journal excerpts #on passion #devotion #there’s a lot I’d give up if it no longer served me

[labyrinthinelife]

I miss what my life was… but it had to end.

Because all good things have to end.

Everything must change.

Ever changing.

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[vodkatales]

For old times sake is actually such a heartbreaking and beautiful sentiment. Like, let’s do it for the love that used to be here. It is reason enough.

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[threewordusername]

i never wanted you to leave.

six-word poem.

d.b.a

[annetries-towrite]

By nurture, I think I will always crawl back, begging, bleeding, and pleading for someone to tend to the wounds they didn't make. By nature, I believe I deserved someone to be there in the first place.

- @annetries-towrite

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[tendermimi]

— Franz Kafka, Diaries, 1910-1923

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[1nt0thev01d]

Falling for someone is strange. One minute they’re a stranger, and the next you can’t stop thinking about them.

It’s embarrasing, really. How easily they can make my day just by talking to me or being there. Even when I’m drowning in every other part of my life. They give me the chance to breathe.

But I could never tell them that, because I’ve never really understood the difference between platonic and romantic affection, and I don’t want to get it wrong. Because what if I am wrong? What if I misinterpret my feelings, and this person thinks I like them when I really dont?

I think my issue is that I tend to fall a little in love with almost everyone I meet. Whether it be their eyes, their mannerisms, or their personality. I find at least one good thing in everyone. So when I do find someone easy to talk to and fun to be around, how do I know if we are flirting or when we aren’t?

I think I will always be too afraid to act on my feelings because I’m scared of being wrong. 

#Into The Void #journal excerpts