What happens when you realize you’ve been the superhero in everyone else’s story,
yet your own plot feels a little…
un-heroic?

i made a mistake.
a big one.
after days of feeling so low,
it hit me like a lightning bolt…

Have you ever felt at your wits end?

life suddenly became too much to handle,
you felt like you were on auto pilot,
and nothing was making you excited about life anymore.
i’ve been feeling like my energy had ghosted me.
i just felt tired about everything and everyone tbh.
it was like being a clown working overtime at the circus.
i was exhausted and still juggling it all because i balance two lives:

My IRL self
My Foxhole self

my entire being has rsvp’d “yes” to an emotional breakdown.
why aren’t we fontin’ more about burnout?
it’s like we’re conditioned for one thing:

Grind
Grind
Grind

…and then,
when the weekend rolls around:

Events
Errands
Everything but recharge

i’ve been battling burnout hard these past two years,
and while i’m no expert,
here’s what i’m learning as i try to figure it out…

Some folks are into interesting kinks.

i’ve never understood the physical kink tbh.
there was a site called “jock physical” and as you might have guessed:

Hot males of all kinds had their physicals record for the male gaze.

well,
if you know or didn’t,
that went up in flames.
no,
i’m serious.

Someone was murdered and set on fire over at Jock Physicals and that is why it ended.

a Foxholer sent me the story and wow…

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First:
I want to take a moment to thank every single one of you who supports me,
whether in words,
actions,
subbing,
or by simply being patient with me while i’ve been working through my issues.
Your understanding means the world to me.
Some days are harder than others and I’m grateful for the space to grow,
stumble,
and get back up again.
Thank you for sticking by me.

Now about those fuckin’ lemons.

we all know the saying:
“when life hands you lemons, make lemonade“,
but…

I couldn’t help but wonder:
Are we all just sad clowns,
performing for an audience that never truly sees us?

yesterday,
i won’t even hold you but i spent most of the day crying.
i’ve never been one to shy away from expressing about my issues.
it was a struggle for me to get anything done.
lately,
i’ve been feeling like I’m wearing two masks.
one is the one everyone expects…

naples, italy.
it has over 3 million people who live there.
from what i’ve seen,
the views are absolutely perfect.
i bet the air smells good too.
this view is perfect as well:

that is the view from the backside of francesco rescigno.
it seems in the forest of naples,
homophobia doesn’t seem to exist.
it’s like a black mirror episode because at the restaurant that he works at…