I guess I’ll make this into a journalish thing
I’ve grown accustomed to feeling like there’s more of me than there should be. That I take up too much space, and I am selfish to do so. I want to rip parts off, leave just the bones. I want to be as little as possible. I don’t mean in terms of flesh- in terms of physicality. It doesn’t make sense that so much of me isn’t real, isn’t physical, but the small part of me that is tangible, is flesh, is the physically biggest part of all. If I could swap some of that- have the mind occupy the space of the body, the weight, the body become ghost- I’d certainly feel more truthful in representing myself.
