For the last five years, I have been living life as a human being rather than an amalgam of constructs created by others. I love my 30’s and am extremely comfortable in my own skin for the most part. Or maybe it’s just comparably comfortable and I’m unaware that I’ve just hidden all my insecurities in my anxiety closet. I feel like I walk with eyes open and without haste. I do occasionally look around and wonder if everything is really made of atomic particles and cells then it has to be possible that solidity is just completely arbitrary and everyone really should be able to phase through objects (fuck you Kitty Pryde). However, I am getting better and better at creating bounda
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