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i swear a lot and talk about nsfw
i joke about my own trauma
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Lately, I’ve been learning to move a little slower. Some days feel full, like everything means something. Other days pass by so quietly I barely notice them, and I’m learning to be okay with that too. I talk to everybody. I disappear sometimes. I come back when I have the energy. I’m still figuring out what kind of person I’m becoming, but I think I’m getting closer. I’m a dancer, but my life doesn’t feel choreographed at all. Most days are just half-finished thoughts, random bursts of clarity at 2 a.m., and a mental list of things I keep telling myself I’ll do tomorrow. Dancing has taught me that not everything needs to be perfect to matter. Sometimes growth is repetition. Sometimes it’s messing up and trying again. Sometimes it’s just showing up. I like being surrounded by things not clutter, just little reminders of who I’ve been lately. Small things that somehow hold pieces of me I don’t think I’m fully there yet, but maybe that’s the point. I’m still moving. Still becoming.