sometimes i feel so so dumb.
my thoughts are primarily not my own- they are a product of being raised on the internet, my public school education, a dash of my friend’s beliefs and wishes. i am easily coerced into changing my mind, or my thoughts will mold to the words of others and stubbornly cling there. my mind is putty in the hands of the world, and sometimes i wonder if individuality is a hoax, a seed planted by the hands of another.