split

 no weird fake-deep prose today, you're welcome.

 

 

i really wish i wasn't introduce to freud and the ego, self etc. in undergrad very briefly. i didn't learn enough to be useful or understand it but did learn enough that i developed this weird feeling of what is my ass-backwards interpretation of the id. when i was younger, i kept my life simple, and my id was happy because i didn't have enough responsibility that i really had to police it that much. now, i have it on total lockdown and it really likes to claw from behind my eyes to escape, as it is currently doing now

 

 i do know that something failed to develop in me. not sure exactly what it is! but i do have issues connecting with others, i act strange and have weird mannerisms, i have impulses that i can't understand or control. when i feel lots of stress, these issues get way worse, and it's hard to stop them. i really dislike being around other people sometimes because of this.

 

 no one else has to be in the prison that i put myself in

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