#cw: self harm mention

[lifenconcepts]

There are so many things easily explainable and people who have just not dived into psychology nor philosophy don’t notice how your actions, admission, thoughts, and experiences paint your existence as clear as an instruction manual to an 80s computer. The act of oversharing has grown to be an overly normal portion of life, both online and within close friend circles, and we were never meant to see so deeply into the minds and lives of others unless they’re apart of family or close friends, but now you bare your mind out across the dissection table for the whole world to see and walk by. And while others sneer in disgust at your open viscera, some will come through and find it fascinating enough to dissect further, to dig in through the squelching flesh and be able to see where your bones pierced your flesh and understand that the root of which your heart began has grown into rust with how much time has past. Don’t you feel exposed? Do you not value privacy? Or is your psyche on show so you could finally be understood, that this feeble expression will finally be understood. Tell me, is it the answer you seek to uncover that you so desperately crave, or does the cold of feeling exposed feel strangely comforting from so long on show that you can’t imagine a life without it? Tell me. Tell me the truth. Do you even know why you do what you do? are you that uncaring to the likelihood of being ruined further, and just hold onto that lonesome feeling of being told what is wrong so you can fix it that you don’t even mind that people spit into your guts and open heart, that each passing hour covers it in a deeper later of dust and grime? The flies no longer visit your body for there is nothing left to eat. You’ve unearthed all the things you once hid, but still feel unseen. Why is that?