honestly every first born has a right to complain.
they raised us.

i love my women.

i wonder sometimes, do good things ever show themselves? like, if i wrote about something gentle, or someone that feels like light, in my dusty old journal… would it react? would the ink smell like rain, the pages turn softer, maybe a flower sneak out from between the lines? would the book whisper, “finally a good thing,” and breathe a little easier? i think about that about how maybe the words could hum quietly. but then again, what use is goodness if it fades when the page ends? do all stories have to bruise at the end? tell me, if i wrote you there, would the paper turn cold, or would you make it warm, only for it to freeze again? would it cherish the quick warmth it had, or grow to resent it? is it better to have burned for a moment than to have never existed at all?

i like to embarrass myself.

read research papers blen!!

that realization when you finally see , people aren’t shit, it’s just you kept dumbing yourself down.

mtsm yehone hezb.

One of the most valuable lessons a mentor has ever taught me is this:

God favors the relaxed.

As a recovering perfectionist, it's easy to miss the point. But it just means that a calm mind can craft more keys to better solutions

Ngl, I find it hard to implement (especially during high stress situations), but whenever I remind myself of that advice, the sense of serenity that momentarily re-aligns my chest to its proper breathing rhythm is hard to miss

It's not a "it will solve everything" advice bc those don't exist anyway. But it's one of those hexagons in the cluster that makes up diamonds

A bit of a caution when implementing this... use it to make peace with losing and not to deceive yourself that nothing is lost. It's a mistake I repeatedly make and wish to avoid. Anyway, I hope this becomes one more feather in the wings you use to ascend behind yourself.

And with that...

i hate uni because why tf aren’t you calling me?
beggg

i should stop using the word
man and babes to everyone

the sunnn

need adult money so i can buy cool lighters.
and no i just love lighters.

i called it on myself lmaoooo

such is life
with the cameras
mtsm

and that’s it for today.
good night.
and for the ones who didn’t make it
beg!!
you know who you are.