I don’t know

if I’ll ever be stable

if I’ll ever be functional

if I’ll ever be well adjusted

I’m all too content with crying

and I’ve gotten to the point

where emoting is my homeostasis

and I struggle hard to keep from being apathetic

I feel it’s more important to be emotionally sincere

than to worry about those who will feel ostracized by my tears

and maybe I’m selfish to care more for my emotions than relationships

I ruined a date due to talking about my life mantras through mummification allegories

since in ancient egypt they believed the heart held more truth and soulness than the brain

and in my length of living I’ve come to believe that too


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