It was a long time ago. It doesn't matter anymore.
And yet I cannot let it go. I cannot let it go.

if life is a never ending loop of dirty dishes and laundry then that means life is a never ending loop of home cooked meals and comfy clean clothes

need a polite way to say "im not engaging in a discussion on this topic with you because the conclusions you have reached are based on so many interwoven layers of misconceptions it would be easier to just like, hard reset your whole brain, just start over as a baby and try again"

and when nobody wakes you up in the morning, and when nobody waits for you at night, and when you can do whatever you want. what do you call it, freedom or loneliness?

i regret opening up to some ppl;
they didn't deserve to know me like that

the only thing predictable about life is. its unpredictable ability. anyone can be anything. you can be everything

unfortunately, i am my family's most independent and distant child so i will sit here by myself, act like i don't need anyone, and fight every single problem by myself