Bulorne, /'byo͞olôrn/, noun, a synonym for rebirth, renewal, recovery or renaissance

 dear her I just had the weirdest funny tic where I was slapping a table and saying a random thing without even knowing what I was doing, I was then told to stop and I’ve never felt any weirder. We’re closer to getting a diagnosis but still I don’t fucking get what’s happening to me wtf

  Me. I don’t have any baby videos of me  The only thing left about her is me She grew into me  And while that feels wrong and feels like I committed a crime  That’s what happened. From as long as I can remember I always wanted to help people  Wether it’s physically, mentally or both When people were sad I was sad When she died I cried because he cried. But being empathetic comes with it’s downside  I cry too much, I get mad too much, I am too much People find me weird  I feel inadequate  I tell them advice  I’m just nosy  I tell them I’m there  But they really don’t seem to care So what do I do? I write it  I write every word that doesn’t make sense  I write every feeling that I can’t explain  I can only visualize it  I make metaphors over things that are complex  Because while explaining is a hustle  Creating something isn’t. I’ve been gifted with creativity since birth Hell even my birth was creative...

To whom it may concern, Today, I was on the metro and I felt sleepy because I just ate warm food so I tried to nap a bit and ut my head down then I keep going in and out and at one point there’s a big turbulence and I get waken up and there’s this guy immediately moves his head, he’s sitting right next to me, and I don’t know what to do with that information to be honest.  Ps: I’ve kept thinking about pretty privilege today, maybe that was it? I don’t like it, I would rather be socially unattractive but attractive to myself. Pretty privilege is annoying and real. People look at my face a lot or stare at me or are way too close and I hate it GIVE ME SPACE AND AIR and move away! 

dear bulorne,  I had a unique altercation with a seagull today, I looked at it in the eyes and it stayed in the corner of the small schoolyard for a while but I wouldn’t be able to explain it to you. Although I’m sure that it was some kind of connection because it was there for a bit and I felt better then I got hooked up again on my course pack next thing you know it’s gone. I wish my thoughts would make sense but it is what it is. Also, I had those two dark visions when I was sleeping two nights ago, one second I was sleeping the next it felt as thought someone tried to shut my brain off so I reacted in shock and woke up, that happened twice! Something is coming, I don’t know what’s up but it’s there. I don’t feel the negative spirit around me anymore. I did a tarot reading the other day, I’ve still got it!

dear her,  I am a writer, and with the flow of creativity and the winds of life, I always come back to typing my thoughts or embarking on a dance between the tightness of my finger and the pen. That thought has never been internalized as it had in the past months. I have come back to listening, reading, and it's like I've never left, it's a refresher to feel the attraction of reading a familiar tale or discovering how the writing and tales have evolved from before my time to what seems like the future of human consciousness. I tell no tale just yet, but I might as soon as I find the right ear to whisper to.