i realized that no one, not even my mother or closest friends knows what i’m actually like in the inside of my head, and the only person who actually knows who i am is me
Am I the only one that sees a problem with working 8-9 hours a day and then going home to having about 4 hours to yourself which includes getting ready for the next day??? This is not life…
A little girl had to smear herself in her friends blood to make the shooter think she was dead, and now her family has to start a go-fund me for her therapy because they can't afford it. Dystopian
why do people love the “real best friends see each other once a year” “have no pics with my best friend” flex. see your people and make memories. life is too short for that to be a flex 🥴