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Updated 4 years ago,April 12, 2021
The truth behind our tired souls.
I used to love hearing about my old soul.
I loved the way adults would look down at me with big eyes.
Daria Shevtsova
I was too young to know what pity looked like.
The reality of all this old soul bullshit is that its really not a badge of honor at all.
We spent a lot of time with our teachers, or our friends parents.
They were so good to us.
They guided us, molded us, and admired our intelligencebut more than anything, they feltbadfor us.
We were so young and sodesperate.
We would talk to anyone who would listen, until they got tired of our horror stories.
They couldnt truly help us, so they pushed us out.
We got a little older.
We grew even older.
We turned mean, cold, and judgmental.
We had resting bitch faces.
We built stone walls.
We were old soulsjust borrowing time until we had to retreat back into our hollow homes.
Now were stuck trying to turn back time.
Were waiting for things to finally get good.
Were waiting for things to get just a little easier.
Were starving for an identity that fits the lives weve built.
We look pretty normal.
We have jobs, friends, homes, and bills.
We have pets, the internet, and binge-watching to look forward to.
Yet our souls are still agingtheyre growing more tired, and more worn out.
Theyre starting to detach.
Were lucky to have survived our childhood traumas, but at what cost?
Weve paid the ultimate blood sacrifice for survival, and in return we are depressed, or anxious.
We have personality disorders, and physical illness.
We have troubled relationships, and warped senses of what makes us truly worthy in this world.
We were old soulsand we used to be so proud.
