I honestly do not see the point of even typing this because this echoes how the World feels, collectively. But writing has helped me A LOT. I have been journaling on almost a daily basis — and even if it’s just mostly word vomit, it does clear my murky head, AND, it has helped me *sort things out. Here’s where I’m at : I do not know where I’m at. Lel. I try not to
Let me tell you something : Nothing is scarier than being a sheltered person almost your entire life, and starting over in your 30s. Let me tell you another thing : It probably could not get any better than this. Of course that’s me trying to talk some optimism into my life (also, I believe in the power of manifestation / speaking things into existence), and I may be as SCARED AS FUCK right now,
Alternate Post Title : “I wish I wasn’t a hopeless romantic“ A HOPELESS ROMANTIC? IN THIS ECONOMY? Well, I’ll be damned. Spoiler Alert : I was. I have to bite my tongue. I’m not speaking damnation into my existence. Maya told me, “You’re great!” being the forking giver that I am. She’s an Aries. I trust her. Sadly not all Aries think so. Ah, imagine if I didn’t think with my heart. Imagine how happy
There’s a fucking montage playing in my head. So fucking perfect, I could cry. Most days post 11/11, I’d wish I could have someone take them away from me because beautiful memories are a double-edged sword. It would be easier to do things his way when I don’t have all this good — that’s all that was given to me, honestly. All good. Too good. I’ve been kicking myself in the head for being vulnerable,
I can’t believe how uninspired I’ve been feeling these past few months. Like, a little less put together than the usual. I don’t know if this is caused by the stars (darn you, Natal Chart), ugh. I mean, I know I’m an introvert but my being unproductive is on another level. I usually like to do things over the weekend and such, even if I just stay home, and there have been days where I’d
I may be turning into your resident Angry Girl. Sun Sign Cancer, Moon and Rising Sign Aquarius, Venus in Leo, Mars in Capricorn. I shuffle between INFJ-T and INFP-T from time to time, depending on how the World treats me. Sorted into Ravenclaw in 2011. More? Fine, hand me the Microphone here.
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