Thanks!!✨

Also to answer the question, I'd say thinking clearly is better.

In my belief, it is better to think at all. How one goes about the thinking is entirely their own. I believe whatever way that is seems to be better. The full complexity of another soul/mind is almost completely unfathomable. One can only see others through themselves, just as no words have the power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality being the biggest factor in the way they perceive it. This seems like a silly question to attempt to answer, but a marvelous question to simply be a question. Most humans seem to hate those sorts of questions, but they just happen to be the most favorable in my opinion. All questions make you think, but when you get to the answer of a question, usually one stops. But with questions that are simply questions, there are no dead ends. I think that is wonderful. And I am not so sure it matters what kind of thinking has bound me to this odd conclusion. I cannot answer, whether it is better to think clearly (plainly, distinctly) or deeply (intensely, greatly). It is too general. I can't answer that for another, simply because I do not know, and cannot know. And I will not answer that for myself. For thinking is thinking. I don't know how I can change that. Nor if I would even want to.

thank you so much ❤

I don't know. To think clearly but be shallow in thought wouldn't get anyone anywhere, but to think deeply without being able to understand wouldn't either. I think a balance is needed.

Agreed. 👍

Thank you! It seriously means so much coming from you! Your account is one of my inspirations! You have a gift! ;)

Sorry 😂😂 I'm just so tired of the word "Christian" being synonymous with "homophobe"

Your collages are quite wonderful if I must say!

I would write my answer, but the_strange_and_beautiful took all the words from my mouth.

I know right?

To think clearly deep. Or deeply clear

Hehehe jk.

To think deeply.

Thank you for coming! And I really don´t know... Hope the majority of people come!

Deeply

cuz pillow forts are cute

it's better to think clearly cuz if u don't think clearly you don't think deeply

Thank you ☺️

Why does that make you angry?¿

😅😅😅 sorry. it was four in the morning. I felt extra. I believe it all to some extent, but not fully or anything. That's exTreMeLy exaggerated 😂😅 And no, my fam does not suspect. Despite any scars on my arms they're pretty blind. They think they can see right through me, but, lol. If they could, they would know these kinds of things. And I was trying to pull an all nighter because I like the nighttime now; it's my only time of peace to be alone. It's kinda dangerous too, but.

Anyways the knife is in the basement because I got up at nine and I didn't realize mom would be cooking lunch already 😂😂😳

it's kinda like the time I took the lucky charms to my room to snack on at night when I was up late and didn't want to make too much racket, and the next morning my brother had a freak out over where the lucky charms went that went over thirty mins before I was even asked, and we were heading out the door on a two hour drive and was was being a bitçh about not having his lucky charms and having to eat something else (he's 18) so I just told them I didn't know where they went. because it was easier. the lucky charms are in my closet 😂😅 I would've said something but he'd already made such a big deal out of it and he was pîssing me off so I thought it'd be simpler just to get more instead of him bitçhing to me instead of coming and asking in the first place. #WHATISMYFAM

oh and ^^ about that, yeah I know, he does act like he's six 😂 The scars aren't extremely visible, but if you compare my arms you can tell its tinged much pinker because the cuts weren't too deep, but there are a couple hundred of them. I haven't been as much at all lately since its summer and I live in the south so I can't deal, but it honestly is easy to tell what I've done. They just don't look for it because they don't think I'd ever do that. There are lots of instances are there are sets of scratches and cuts on my arm, not too many, but it happens so frequently and they see it so often that it's kind of hilarious that they don't know. Maybe it's my confidence that they won't see and my demeanor that keeps them from second guessing. If you look on my wrist you can see them easily because Im not tan on that side, but. idk they're just dumb and don't notice things

Not that I want them too. I just think it's silly

Only my friend Ky. They all know about my Benadryl abuse, but I don't do that because it's miserable. I never really meant to be this way but I started a year ago, and barely did anything. But it plagued me, and finally after a year I did again, this time hundreds of times whereas the last time, I had only around ten times. It's kinda crazy.

Yeah; I guess I'm just so overwhelmed with different hard emotions that I need to take it out on something, and I decide to take it out on myself. I also might be mad at myself or someone else and everything blends together then. But as I said, I haven't been able to. I was going to that night but I realized I had the power to just stay up and do enjoyable things by myself peacefully and alone instead. It's a hard time, at night, but I want to be up in it nonetheless.

I think that thinking clearly is practical and thinking deeply is leaning more towards impractical. Thinking clearly gets you somewhere quicker, thought I believe that thinking deeply certainly can get you farther, if you have time on your hands. I like to think of it like an ocean. When you think clearly you simply stand over the water and look down, seeing light being reflected and waves dancing across the surface. Thinking deeply is when you put on a pair of goggles and sticking your head in the water, seeing so much more. When you think deeply, you see more, but those things are often unneeded in many situations, which is why thinking clearly is probably more convenient on a day-to-day basis.

Sometimes. I tried for a long time to distract myself from it using creativity, but now I've learned to stop pushing it out, but embrace what I'm feeling and all those overwhelming emotions to make something. But it's not all the time; sometimes I'm just stubborn and don't care about not doing it or any consequences. Which there don't seem to be many except for having to hide them.

Not really. If I just scratch myself I end up having a bad sore because I scratch till my skin is raw. That's how I got a huge scar on my hand. Everyone asked what happened and I told them that I "Felt the Bern" and got carpet burn 😂 And I don't like drawing on myself, it makes me feel unclean and gross for some reason. I don't like having anything on my skin. I know there can be consequences. I might tell the counselor about all of my self destructive tendencies when I go on Friday and try to explain this depression and anxiety and stuff. But I don't want to give it up¿ I'll always find a way if I need to. I might could swear to her or him that I've stopped, idk it terrifies me but I feel obligated to tell someone other than Ky. I'm worried what they would do if they all knew how I really am though. I'm not suicidàl, but I almost want to tempt fate? Eh. I don't really want to die, not sincerely. Starting that channel and drawing and writing and everything this summer has helped. It's catharsis. But I still am not in my right mind and I never know how I'm going to be feeling or thinking the next minute. I'm truly not okay in the brain, which is why I need counseling.

I guess I feel that way because the ink bleeds and then it's just smudges all over my skin that it takes time to wear off. And then people want to stare at what I've drawn on myself, and ask questions, but they never see anything when art isn't on my arm. I don't do it very often now but they always notice, and it's infuriating. And, random, but today at the cabin I went far up the stream into the woods to sing to myself and be alone. But mom came some time later and called me a pretty singer daughter and told me we were all going to watch a movie. I freaked out because I thought I had been totally alone and I had needed that little time. I was thinking of maybe trying to make a nice music video for once, and I was filming, and I felt invaded. it took me another twenty minutes to calm down and get inside. I probably sound stupid but it's one of my quirks, I need to be alone, I have to, especially if I'm creating or doing something important to me or singing. They haven't heard me sing fully and I don't want to let them until I can in church or something. I was thinking, maybe I could sing the song I wrote in church one day once I can play the piano with it, even though it's really a doubtful song but. I think I need to. I hope that when I can get it recorded and uploaded that you all will like how it sounds. If not, it'll be a poem. Mom and dad are talking quietly again about things and I'm going nuts. I'm going to need lots of counseling after this trip.