It doesn't matter whether, in my head, I think I'm not qualified to be here, what's important is that I'm here and I have to do what is required of me.
To overcome my fear, I shackled myself with hope, its links heavier than any metal known to man.
I’m trying something new: asking myself if the choice I want to make is matched with a consequence I can live with, instead of if it’s good or bad.
It's funny, but I always try, and it really disgusts me sometimes, it makes me so angry, but that's me, I guess.
I still can't get a grip on how a man (for that matter) can write about the struggles of women so honourably well. When I read that book, I cried and crode and wept and wupt.
A nostalgia I intentionally avoid has to be anything connected to high school or primary school, those bonds and memories you're supposed to make in those places.
There's something failing an exam does to you, especially when you think you tried, you start thinking “am I dumb?”, “am I just average?, “am I stupid?”. It messes with your head and everything.
There are many things I want to do this year—my year of performance. I will do them, yes. I just want to do everything, and I don't know where to start.
Whatever promises you're making to yourself in these remaining days of 2023, make sure it's personal to you and it's something you really want to do, and not just something you're adding to your list because everyone else is.
If you really want to do a task and you can't get yourself to do it, even if you want to, then you're probably not lazy, you just have ADHD.
Enter into the happiness, and burst.
