ANAMEMOIR

I am often surprised by myself. I don’t really feel like I belong to anything or anyone. This feeling does not make me depressed or down as I like being alienated and outside of a circle. Whenever someone cuts ties with me, it does not disturb me at all as I ghosted so many, even the 90% of my bloodline. I find peace in solitary and it has been the way of my life for decades. It has been the safest route for me. Is it comfortable? Yes. Is it unhealthy because it is too comfortable, not for me. I am hyper aware of myself and of my limits. I am changing all the time, too. The only things remain in me is my passion for art and being one of the main providers of my immediate family, and nothing else. Is it lonely? Not really. It is better than being betrayed. It is better than being fake. And at times like these, I am proud of myself. Because. I’m at peace with myself.

Often misunderstood but it’s a gateway for me to be at peace with my own.