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.

you look stupid and rich.
- actually I'm smart and poor.

too young to be saying “love isn't for someone like me,” but honestly, deep down it feels true.

my brain for absolutely no reason:
ruin everything good before it can ruin you.

when you can't study because you need to sleep, but you can't sleep because you need to study.