Sometimes, it just just comes to the surface and goes away. I feel like I'm suppressing my emotions.
I'm pretty sure from the beginning of this year I've had like 2,500 perspectives already. I'm about to slip into a new one.
He always tries to deny it and say it's the other way around, but that's obviously a lie.
She's bleeding on a man's shorts and this is what she's thinking about? She literally went from realising she was bleeding and then straight into an internal monologue.
Than that you should remember and be sad.
I started another book, and yes, I know I said I wouldn't start another book, but in my defence, I've been so anxious this weekend.
It's the reason I couldn't write earlier in the month. What was I going to write about? I was just tired of talking about my feelings and how I was doing.
Sleep ke? I can't be tired o, I'm scared of failing, the fear of failure will keep me awake.
I wasn’t transparent.
Let me not even beat around the bush, the first song, Fortnight (ft. Post Malone) is my favourite song, I love it!
Living is hard and I've realised that most of the time when we say we want to start living, we're basically just making ourselves follow an aesthetic or some weird lay down rule which defeats the purpose.
I was just moving and not thinking and it wasn't bad. It means I've been thinking less (to an extent).
