journal extracts
29/08/24
Honestly when I'm feeling empty of creativity bike rides are really the only thing that somewhat recreate the feeling of doing something creative. Running out of breath reminds me that I'm breathing.
28/08/24
I'm feeling a lot right now. Time is moving so fast, it's nearly the end of the year. I don't remember a lot, I don't remember coming out or being friends with [] or dating []. I remember smells and feelings but not the stuff that actually happened. I also feel like going on a bike ride and sitting somewhere quiet to write. But we live in the suburbs so I don't know anything. My ribs ache and I can't breathe properly, but I can't take my binder off. I'm starting to not like her but she's all I've got. I want to create. I want to mean something and make people feel. I want to create new feelings and help people feel seen, make something that touches someone in the way that I never was. My chest hurts. A lot I don't know what to do.