Nobody talks about how exhausting it is to keep saying “I’m fine” until even you forget what you actually feel. Sometimes you’re not okay, you’ve just gotten good at hiding it.
I refuse to believe "adulting" is real. You're telling me people wake up, pay bills, answer emails, cook, clean and still have the energy to ask "How was your day" Every single day.
Lowkey wanna fall in love but Monday to Friday is school, Saturday is laundry, Sunday is mental prep for Monday. The butterflies in my stomach are just decomposing.
Happy New Month…
To everyone carrying pain they don’t talk about, I hope this month gives you a reason to smile again.
May the tears you cried in silence turn into moments you’ll be grateful for. May the things you lost be replaced with something better.
Keep holding on…