I have this problem now where I question everything. I question social media, relationships, personalities, body gestures, money, work— just everything. I question everything completely to the point where I don’t even know how to be myself. All I’m doing right now is acting based on the answers I try to resolve. I’m tumbling in a circle and I feel like mush. I am turning into mush. I think I’m losing myself. Yet, I think that this is a process. That this inexplicable gunk will somehow turn into the person. A person that I don’t know what to be. I’m so vurnerable. Like a medusozoa against a selachimorpha.

"i just need to get my shit together"

me in 2009/2012/this time last year/a minute ago/next year probably (via guy)

(Source: omegaqueer, via fuzzy-meowcifer)