To be real, I think I am just unloveable and that’s okay. Like it really is.

I repel everyone eventually. I’m very rebellious and outspoken, yet quiet when people want to talk about mundane life things. I need fire and passion, deep intelligent conversations, and everyone just goes to work and complains about how boring it is to be normal. But when I’m silly and spunky, my energy hits their wall of disassociation and never budges them. So I concede that I am happy on my own. I find a bit of excitement when I need it and live an unordinary life full of adventure. That will have to fill up my soul. I don’t know what to do with my sweet heart, but to tuck it away safely. Maybe next life I will know what it feels like to be cherished 🖤

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SomeMichGuy · M

I think there is often a disconnect between what people seem to think of themselves v. how they *actually* are; the former is often a dream, juvenile, a wish, bit not truly aspirational--perhaps best understood as what one would want others to think, if one were one's own publicist. But the latter is the stark reality. The dissonance is often huge, the gulf between the two, vast.

In a sea of *that*, being...more transparent in whom you are, more "real" & engaged in the moment...it is something which others are not able to trust easily, as it is so foreign to them.

I think people don't know how to deal with you in that sense.