i_am_deserted Bizzar i used to consider myself a wasteland where beautiful things would come to die. felt the need to warn people to keep a distance, that i would surely hurt them, someday. trauma brain_weasels are ugly. they are loud, and they can't be trusted. learning to ignore them takes time, work, practice. i have a lot to offer, even if you can't accept it. 220222 ... Biz some days this life leaves me full of love. as though it is light bursting through my seems. on those days i feel enough. i understand my journey, and why i had to struggle to get here. and on those days i can also take in love. i understand my worth, and i know i am important and valuable to those around me. i wish those days could stay. or that i could remember them better on the days that the darkness nips at my skin. on the cold days. where your entire soul feels like it's screaming silently for any tiny stimulus. anything but the cold. the days that make you wish for sadness. because at least sadness can fill the empty. the deserted. when all the earth as far as you can see is dried and gray. and the absence of sound is louder than your screams. 220304 what's it to you? who go blather from