For a long time I am able to forget…
But I always come back around to the truth that something is bothering me, deep in my spirit. I don’t know what it is or how to fix it, and the only person I am able to talk to about it is God.
Not like I don’t WANT anybody else to talk to, just that I do not HAVE anyone else at this point in my life to discuss these things with, nobody I am vulnerable in front of.
I’ve become intensely reclusive and that bothers me on top of the other bother. I hate this knowledge, though I’m not sure I want to forget about it again, either.
AND NIGGA, FUCK YO COUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I feel like doing this often