You can put a tuxedo on a goat, but. Still a goat.

i see some brightness this time around.

having brought myself around so many false dawns, i know better than to think that this is going to be the finale. paradoxically, this beginning files as something completely more achievable and real compared to the past.

i never managed to see much of the benefits in letting others know my issues. its not so much about the severity of it that held me back, it was the pointlessness. nobody would be able to do anything about it anyway.

but i’ve somebody now, who sees right through me. even when i’m wearing clothes. thick, clothes. its like sunshine through the storm.

my light, unlike any other