I feel suffocated,
Even the kindest and most generous thoughts showered on me in twitter leave be gasping for air.
Perhaps, it is the unadulterated and unconditional support that make me wonder if I deserve any of your kindness.
I feel limited in my ability to give back.
Other times the playful games of tagging feel Sisyphean.
Did I binge on twitter?
I came on twitter to get a peek of what my life could be if I lived out to my true self.
Far from it.
And then the flirting, mostly initiated by me but also from other super nice people. I felt giddy, elated and super wanted. And spend hours on end on DM talking sex and talking doing sex.
Not sure I can handle this nonstop.
Space and time warped and made me feel I was stuck in singularity every day.
Space and time, what I need right now.
I am going to try to use this medium to communicate.
Mostly one way.