unicornroxy

; Dirty mind ; ☣         Writing purifies the soul. Mine is in a special dire need of cleaning. Dirt clogs my faculties, and I have numerous clouds in my judgement because of this metaphorical impurity.         I long for having a miraculous cleanse inside my head region.        Do I write because I care about ending these peculiar uncertainties, or do I write to please my ego? What is this blog for? It's mine, it's not pointless, but what do I prove to myself by having public journal entries? That I'm         I'm aware this blog is unknown, but if I plaster it on my social media it's unlikely nobody will  stumble across it  accidentally or by pure curiosity to check it out. I'm not a reserved person, I can talk about myself freely, but when does that become too much?         Like, c'mon, a blog is sooo 2010/jk.              ...

♢ Trauma dump  ♢        I've had a lot of things on my mind, at the same time my mind has been a habitual foggy mess. It's made me question many things about myself, what I'm neglecting or ignoring in my life, what I'm leaving behind unsolved and what I'm brushing off as being insignificant at the moment.         Many peeps think that if you don't give attention to your problems they won't eat you up inside. But what if that very thing harmed you all this time? I thought I was protecting myself by not directly facing the darkness sickening my mind. My body automatically does this thing as a coping mechanism, but I'm pretty sure I've also  done it myself  in a more  conscious way (I'm positive I'm not doing it in a harmful way towards myself, but it usually ends up to be a toxic  habit) . I've volutarily chosen this escape route named ignorance.         I'm aware this isn't the best decisi...