I want to dismember myself, and reassemble a new me.
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I feel. I feel things harder than anyone else. I know it sounds bad but I just… I really want to be different. Like a whole different person. And I can’t do that in this life time. I want to be a mom, welder, doctor, social worker, teacher, boss, an artist, writer. Everything.
But I’ve honestly thought I’d be better off writing? I think I’m not bad… but not good…? My thoughts collide like magnets? Both want each other but if you change it slightly it wants out?
But I’ve often felt my body is disgusting, my mind, my work, and my damn past. I want to be a good writer. But I don’t have the energy.
And I’ve often wanted to rip body parts off me? Even hurt myself. But I’m too cowardly.
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Man, I totally get that feeling of wanting to be everything at once and the frustration of not having endless time or energy.
Do you genuinely believe that pursuing a multitude of careers simultaneously will bring fulfillment, or are you using it as an escape from accepting who you are right now??!
maybe you're overthinking it a bit? sounds like you're putting way too much pressure on yourself wanting to be everything at once; it's completely normal not to have all the energy in the world for every single aspiration. also, i'm curious, what made you think writing was your thing when you're doubting yourself so hard??!