sometimes I feel selfish that I find so much comfort in my solitude, cause I can go days without talking to those closest to me and not miss them but crave even more distance instead.

some people refer to rain as "bad weather," and you still care about what people say?

before you argue with someone, you have to ask yourself "is this person mentally mature enough to grasp the concept of a different perspective?" cause if not, there is no point in that argument.

trends pass, converses are forever.

me isn't me'ing like I used to me, and what's worse is I don't even me like I used to imagine I would me in the future.

At 1:46 a.m. on September 23rd 2024, Daniel
Ricciardo exited the F1 paddock for what everybody believes is the last time as an F1 driver.

I love my country, but in no circumstances I see a future here.

me happily bringing my winter clothes out. cause even though it's still too early, I felt a cold breeze today so hell yeah!

distancingmyself-aholic.

music-aholic.

"you good?" no. a cat ignored my pspsps on the street today.

I desperately want to be productive each day, but I just use my energy to survive each day instead.

when someone opens up to me and thinks it's my turn; ay baba. that's unfortunately not happening.

"the best memories always remain unphotographed."

I know I've got social anxiety and shit, but sometimes it's not that. I just straight up hate people.

please correct yourself if I'm wrong.

I ache for the childhood where the future was something to dream of, not to be afraid of.

hate it when someone I don't like likes something I like. you're ruining it for me fuck off.

hated it when my phone dies instead of me.