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Adhd
People pleasing, yet always in need of the validating of my feelings.
Self doubting, words spouting out of my mouth at a rate of knots that my brain can't keep up with.
Living with my vision, thinking I'm IMaX but the sound isnt synced and there's a delay in my reactions.
Easy distractions, too emotional, though matter of fact, often vocal with my unasked for opinion, overthink whatever I've said to anyone that day as I lay in bed, filled with a combination of righteousness and dread. Feeling too much, hide it under there and never see it again until I find it much later and its like it's new.
Piercings and box colours and expensive shoes.
Lose friends, dissappear time and again, then barrage them with conversation to overcompensate, always late, forever underestimating how long anything will take or last.
Quite a good laugh.
Don't do shit by halves, want to be all in or nothing but I'm struggling.
100 million ideas juggling and still not cognitively functioning.
So loving.
So so so loving, loving you to the ends of the earth, the intensity of my feelings being a curse on the pair of us.
Most likely just me though.
I never know when to stop.
Self doubting, words spouting out of my mouth at a rate of knots that my brain can't keep up with.
Living with my vision, thinking I'm IMaX but the sound isnt synced and there's a delay in my reactions.
Easy distractions, too emotional, though matter of fact, often vocal with my unasked for opinion, overthink whatever I've said to anyone that day as I lay in bed, filled with a combination of righteousness and dread. Feeling too much, hide it under there and never see it again until I find it much later and its like it's new.
Piercings and box colours and expensive shoes.
Lose friends, dissappear time and again, then barrage them with conversation to overcompensate, always late, forever underestimating how long anything will take or last.
Quite a good laugh.
Don't do shit by halves, want to be all in or nothing but I'm struggling.
100 million ideas juggling and still not cognitively functioning.
So loving.
So so so loving, loving you to the ends of the earth, the intensity of my feelings being a curse on the pair of us.
Most likely just me though.
I never know when to stop.
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