Hey, did you know that a sense of self is more important than a feeling of acceptance? Pretty wild. Finding people who can accept you and support you is crucial for a facade of independent adult life. Truth be told, we always required some people to keep us mentally stable, but what’s so true about that if we hide ourselves away?

Still, sometimes when I meet new people, I’m appalled by what they find normal or acceptable conversation. Have you ever been there? Where when you pick up the topic they’re talking about, suddenly you’re the strange one in the room? I think people don’t always understand how odd they sound, then hearing it out of somebody else’s mouth ruins it. That shock of reality stops them right there. It’s almost like you’re presenting them their own personality and they have a hard time coming to terms with it. How fragile we all are!

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Hickory

Are you even real
Or are you an apparition
For a second I believed
Now you’re just imagination

And I heard for a spell
What you thought you could have meant to me
I’m drowning in the well
But I’m dreaming on a hickory

I miss the way you feel
Like the sand between my fingers
While my heart exploded
Now the headache never lingers

And I think I’m losing grip
On the things I said I wanted
I could sit and count my blessings
Letting go of where I’m haunted

While I may be lonely
I’m a stronger kind of self
When I’m on my only
Least I’ve got my mental health

While she says she’s there
I’m on track to oblivion
I lie to say I care
But I’m barely holding on
Barely holding on.

One more day
We can make it if we want to be
Just one more day
And we’ll take another shot

One more day
Take our time toward eternity
Just one more
I know for now it seems a lot

I miss the way you feel
Like the sand between my fingers
While my heart exploded
Now the headache never lingers

And I think I’m losing grip
On the things I said I wanted
I could sit and count my blessings
Letting go of where I’m haunted