Hello,

There’s something about me that is edgelord and 4chan and fascist adjacent. I am however a sweet and mentally ill woman. For my whole life I have lived a life of the mind. Even as a kid pondering on blacktop ledges digging up worms or on the school bus. I was always curious and wonderstruck. Thing is I never went too deep. Trauma based fears and a feeble mind leave me hardly even a couple steps down the quest for truth.

Yet here I am. Recovering. With the full time and potential to reach and soar.

For now I would say doing a semester of math classes might help me heal from mental hell and decline.
What can I say...I am just eeking by. Things are okay. If I do well in math this semester with my already complete psych degree I want to work in tutoring and peer counseling. Just slowly improving myself while helping others. Tell me something that will give me hope?

My current interests: math, religion, I read a bit about hair care and skin care, etc. So yeah just chilling trying to take care of myself.

A little bit of my writing is below...from 4 years ago. Funny how things do and dont change....

Somehow as my life gets better my mind has settled. The dervish swirls into truth. The moss doesn’t grow on that rolling stone. 

Yet now. I have to accept that I am forever at the start. 

Memories fade. Thought runs down the stream. 

Here I am. Interests: null. Hope: infinite. 

Let me hold onto you so that I may find that I am a stone stilled with moss grown and iridescent gasoline unmatched. 

I pass on to you some warnings I suppose.

Seize the day.

Live for each moment of life.

Sometimes you can take the stairs, yes, but there’s this thing called a portkey. Magic is at your hands so don’t exhaust your willpower. 

Redirect.

Reorient. 

If there’s a will there’s a way. 

And finally..... your boos mean nothing, I’ve seen what makes you cheer. 

So as Marina said. The glitter makes love to the gleam. 

Hmu bro.