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MountKecske
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- Jun 4, 2021
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For the last two months I'm seeing myself at different points in my life in my dreams, looking entirely different than now as a child with golden locks, in my early teens in middle school weighing a ton, later as an anorexic goth teen, early twenties trying to mask my lesbianism(from myself) all dressed up like a birthday cake, in university asking the French teacher can I have photocopies of all her teaching material for the year to study at home myself as I can't stand to be in a crowd due to social anxiety, in the future in European countries where I don't have to hide my tiny braided goatee with wound patches or neck scarves(yes I do this in the middle of summer too, and last summer we got stopped in traffic because the thermometer showed I had a fever-it was from overheating). I see all my failures and triumphs and joys and insecurities. Kinda like what dying people say happen in fast forward but not in true sequence and in parts. Like my brain knows I'm going to die. Or it's trying to figure out where it went wrong. Oh and lots of flying dreams too.