I am becoming someone
I am not truly familiar with.
I am in transition —
not anchored by the ways of the old,
but not fully cemented in the ways of the new.
Every day, the old me fights to stay alive,
invoking old emotions,
sabotaging new habits,
clinging to comfort like it’s oxygen.
That ************ gotta die.
Identity suicide.
Not self-destruction —
but self-selection.
I bury the habits that betray me.
I silence the voices that shrink me.
I let the version of me built on fear
return to dust.
I am allowed to be aligned.
I am allowed to evolve.
I am allowed to outgrow who I was.
Feb 12
Feb 12, 2026 at 6:41 AM UTC
I am becoming someone
I am not truly familiar with.
I am in transition —
not anchored by the ways of the old,
but not fully cemented in the ways of the new.
Every day, the old me fights to stay alive,
invoking old emotions,
sabotaging new habits,
clinging to comfort like it’s oxygen.
That ************ gotta die.
Identity suicide.
Not self-destruction —
but self-selection.
I bury the habits that betray me.
I silence the voices that shrink me.
I let the version of me built on fear
return to dust.
I am allowed to be aligned.
I am allowed to evolve.
I am allowed to outgrow who I was.
Better yourself even if its 1% everyday
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