im scared that i actually have a deep-rooted envy and insecurity from people around me and i masked it by a smiling and congratulating them. i want to be genuinely happy for their wins but sometimes, i find myself thinking that behind closed-doors, we're all the same. it's disgusting and scary, it feels fake and i keep on denying it. but what if it...... reply
first time i got drunk i was trying to swim in side drains because "apparently" i saw fishes swimming. i guess i wanted to unleash my inner mermaid. my friends never let me get so drunk after that reply
i've always wanted to be a professional ballerina. i might be romanticizing the field a bit but i know i always have it in me. whenever i think about how i cannot pursue it fills me with immeasurable sadness. i guess in this crumbling economy, unfulfilled dreams are just failed thoughts if luck and means are not present
I'm curious about the stories you guys dropped but would reread under different circumstances AND why
Mine was no home. I’ve read that one few years ago thinking it was all fun paranormal, cutesy shit. But when I read the chapter where the mom's car accident happened, I actually went spiraling I had to stop reading anything for years. It's funny cuz I've read much worse and heavier story but no home scared me real shit. I still haven't picked it up yet and who knows when
did listen to a song on repeat
did listen to a song on repeat
