Sometime between December 2020 and January 2021
I’ve picked up the determination to pursue the activities I do. Wood carving, coloring, music, knitting, and whatever else! What’s empowering me? and my becoming. To love myself, feels like I seem crazy, like “somethings gotta be wrong with her”, as to ny skipping, talking to and laughing to myself at times, the comfiness I am. It’s all so funny. As it all feels so temporary. Okay, and see thence, I can’t suffer, if not only for a moment, the change, changing is the- indecisive, unable to set something, oh god, I’m complaining about myself to myself, on paper, see that’s funny, nothing is serious, in the sense that it will always change, and for a while, several years, it only got worse as time goes. Broken apart, so that every piece neither fits or not. Nothing is ever the same again. Something is forever changed. A new layer added.
