why am i here

all i wanna do

is eat play love

and be unattached

to my yoga teachers

my thoughts are racing chasing horny emotions facing criticism shying away into vacuous despair of a typewriting ghostwriter dissipated into lonely emptiness feeling childhood frustration empowerment of a fucking tigerlion hunting a bambi gazelle i wish i was 19 and confident

Does anyone else just randomly delete shit? Like I create loads of things and then destroy them and then look back in like a year and thing I could have used that... if I had just not been so fucking mental about it being perfect or whatever I don't know but I a

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