Hareofhrair
Active Member
i took too long figuring out what to name this. I have a habit of treating everything like a performance and that part of me was insisting an introduction should be cheerful and funny! But I’m in a really bad place right now, and being cheerful and funny is difficult. I don’t want to just list my hobbies and act like nothing is wrong, but i dont want to be a downer either. What’s the middle ground there? “Howdy yall! I grow lavender and i cry every day! I love embroidery and I feel like an unlovable monster!”
That was a performance too though. I sat here for a while figuring out how to work in the unlovable monster “joke.”
I’m 28. I’ll be 29 next month. Ive never lived anywhere longer than a year. I’ve been basically couch surfing for the last nine years. I’m not sure why. I don’t want to live like this and I keep trying to find somewhere to just stat, but it never works out. Something about me is just unbearable to live with.
I’m a writer, when my brain decides to let me work. I do mainly ghostwriting, lots of amazon ebook romances. But I have a book out with my name on it now, and a sequel if i can stop crying long enough to write the last few thousand words. When the depression isnt so bad, I can work incredibly fast. Which just makes me feel worse when I can’t. It’s so easy on the good days.
I’m tired. I just want to be someone other people want around.
That was a performance too though. I sat here for a while figuring out how to work in the unlovable monster “joke.”
I’m 28. I’ll be 29 next month. Ive never lived anywhere longer than a year. I’ve been basically couch surfing for the last nine years. I’m not sure why. I don’t want to live like this and I keep trying to find somewhere to just stat, but it never works out. Something about me is just unbearable to live with.
I’m a writer, when my brain decides to let me work. I do mainly ghostwriting, lots of amazon ebook romances. But I have a book out with my name on it now, and a sequel if i can stop crying long enough to write the last few thousand words. When the depression isnt so bad, I can work incredibly fast. Which just makes me feel worse when I can’t. It’s so easy on the good days.
I’m tired. I just want to be someone other people want around.