i’ve been thinking a lot about internal conflict. about how to have less of it, and how to manage the excess analysis we tend to perform on each other’s hearts.
i feel like i’m going through this intense turning point, a magnification of the self. both physically and emotionally.
i’m not sure if that makes sense. i write myself into circles, and i talk myself in strings. i over-amplify characteristics and conversations at the risk of my own downfall.
i’m just mulling over it some more. like apple cider. mulling.
– Rose, who practically read my mind