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One thing I've been struggling with is accepting the fact that I am not my 16 y/o self anymore

It sounds silly, I know it does, but somehow I still find myself missing, yearning for the things I found interesting at 16, the things that brought me joy, that kept me going and find that they no longer serve that role

The music and the fandom surrounding it don't excite me anymore, the game I adored has been untouched for months with no future plans, the clothes I couldn't wait to get off the clothesline sit collecting dust at the bottom of a drawer

I listen to different music, found new games and thrifted new clothes but every time I open my playlist, every time look up my walls to see posters, every time I pull out that drawer, I'm reminded of different times and somehow get this bitter taste in my mouth

I want to be mad at the artist or the fandom, I want to be mad at the game developer or the brand that made the clothes, but I simply cannot

Yes, those things changed but that's not the problem, or rather, it's not that they changed, it's that I've changed

I've grown out of things and in times like this, in times of uncertainty, I just wish I could shrink back down

But I can't, so we must move on

Athena, bleeding everywhere and covered in electric burns: Do you have any idea what I had to do to bail you out??

Odysseus: uh. Fight zeu-

Athena: I had to DANCE Odysseus!! To DISCO!!

Sometimes I get nervous about posting on here but then I remember that as a middle schooler, I used to write smut and post it on this same websites so like, who cares

love how when i get a new interest, i’m like “oh god it’s happening again” and i’m stuck like that for about a week until everything explodes and any interest i’ve had prior is completely dwarfed for an unknown amount of time

Me: "With the new semester, there's this tenses within me, a worry, a fear of falling behind (again) like last semester"

Me, smart: "Okay, so you should, like, try to get ahead, y'know, look at lecture slides before class, read the must rea-"

Me, or rather, the anxious goblin in my head: "HOW ABOUT WE REARRANGE THE FURNITURE INSTEAD???"

"ohh my god you can't just-"

Am I yours to command? Does the collar 'round my neck have your name on it? I kneel to no king nor god, and I see no crown on you.

I love personalization. I love stickers on water bottles and on laptops. I love shitty marker drawing on the toes of converse. I love hand embroidered doodles on jeans. I love posters on walls. I love knick knacks on shelves. I love jewelry with goofy charms. I love when people take things and make them theirs.

lately ive been bedridden with a terrible case of i dont wanna