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Posted:After I quit drugs the leaches fell off. after almost 2years of loneliness it's getting to me. I've changed, and the people I knew before have too. I want some companionship but for some reason the closer people get the more awkward I seem become; I have a hard time trusting and for that matter caring for people the way I used to. On top of that, It feels like people still look at me like I'm still a criminal, watching and waiting for me to slip up. I'm bored, but don't know if I'd enjoy anything really anymore. wake bake create sleep, ad some glow poi to that and you have my day to day life. It's not always easy in hermit mode, though I try to venture out every couple months. Please pray for me guys, sorry for the rant of my nonsense. I just need to vent.. people too often write me off for unlearned from my appearance and vernacular; I hope you don't. we can go as deep or far-out as you'd dare, questioning and pondering. much love and peace.
Posted:we keep trying to make it look so nice, we keep hiding what's going on inside, but what if I shared my brokenness? what if you shared how you feel? and what if we weren't afraid of this craziness- what if we were real?