the struggles of twentysomething by

B.V. [Nickname], 21 [Age]

overth1nk3rbell — 2023-11-27 09:53:11 UTC

I am not a real person yet.

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overth1nk3rbell — 2023-11-27 09:54:28 UTC

D.C.C. , 23

overth1nk3rbell — 2023-11-27 12:16:07 UTC

It's as if I am in a limbo where I feel like "I can" but in the same breath "I can't".

STAR, 20

2023-11-27 13:38:08 UTC

i kind of understand now, i'll continuously find everything and anything in this world but the spark i once had.

STAR, 20

2023-11-27 13:41:26 UTC

twenty-years of existence yet i can't seem to let go of my two-year old self, it isn't fun growing up why did you rush it?

STAR, 20

2023-11-27 13:42:57 UTC

it won't change even if i try to love myself more, i'll be staying here carrying the wounds of my existence.

STAR, 20

2023-11-27 13:44:03 UTC

"i exist",

i couldn't.

STAR, 20

2023-11-27 13:45:33 UTC

maybe if i'm a fish, i'll learn how to breathe in this endless pool of thoughts.

kleogh, 23

2023-11-27 15:14:07 UTC

Everything feels like figured out until you start dipping your toes into the water. Sometimes cold, sometimes hot.

But most of the time, warm— enough to enjoy and try.

DREAM, 21

2023-11-27 16:15:17 UTC

is it too late for me to dream?

G - 25

2023-11-27 23:07:03 UTC

I still grieve. Because how is it already 5 years since I lost you, my lola?

Ey, 23

2023-11-27 23:16:41 UTC

Don't feel guilty for the things you weren't able to do and the things you haven't done yet—at least, not forever.

You're anything but ordinary.

PK, 23

2023-11-28 03:14:16 UTC

Maybe someday, all of these will make sense.

Reese, 23

2023-11-28 16:27:30 UTC

an excerpt from a poem i wrote early this year:

i pray be built stronger for this

if swerved with atrocities of rash wounds

if chemicals filled me as they please,

when bruised, unloved, detained in battle ground.

Reese, 23

2023-11-28 16:29:17 UTC

an excerpt from a poem i wrote early this year:

I know there is something in me that needs to be freed

A craving of a soulful escape

As a matter of fact, for this I bleed

For it the drive, which inspires, creates and shapes.

Oh, to show up in instances you can never imagine

And understand the fruitfulness, that it's time to begin.

in a nutshell, live through and show up, we'll never know what's in it or for us next. so live, through and through.