Strange that it never occured to me. There are times I’ve been so upset that I’ve stamped around while cussing, that I’ve lain flat on the floor and groaned for as long as I had breath, that I’ve ranted my frustration aloud in an unhinged monologue, that I’ve swung my limbs about in a fury. All until I’d vented enough to just … resume my normal life.
And if I’d had not the privacy of my home, I’d either have had to bottle that all up … or open it all up where the public could scrutinize my every move. It really is a privilege to not be constantly on display like that.
[ID: A tweet by Lydia Kiesling @/lydiakiesling. It reads:
Housed people have the privilege of having their worst moments in private; unhoused people don’t. This gives some people the profoundly mistaken impression that the person they see acting belligerent on the street is and will be that person every single moment of their life.
It was posted at 3:38 PM on 5/6/23. It had 447K Views, 14.3K Likes, 2,653 Retweets, and 78 Quote Retweets. /End ID]
once I overcome my depression, social anxiety, avoidant personality disorder, borderline personality disorder, body dysmorphia, trust issues, maladaptive daydreaming, inability to let myself living in the moment, internet and phone addiction, insomnia, psychotic episodes, low self-esteem, bad relationship with food, fear of change it will be over for all of you
why is it genuinely fun seeing girls vanities and what they have on it, inside their bags, their bookshelves ect…I swear half the things I end up wanting/buying is from spending time lovingly looking at these things. girls are carrying a whole thrift store of treasures to me
why is wanting and needing things so humiliating like yes i do need a hug so what whatever die kys dont look at me i hope you blow up youre nothing leave me alone
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