I write about the things I cannot always say aloud, the feelings that linger long after the moment has passed, and the worlds I disappear into when reality becomes too loud.
She doesn't only have to deal with her own sudden spike in eros, which would be hbad enough, no, she can feel Blake and Yang's rising on top of her own. And that's just assuming the team is alone in their dorm. What if they're spending time with team JNPR? Or CFVY?
With how the world is today for the younger generation you can often find solstice reading one of his novels, where often his characters share the struggle of growing up, pressed deeply not only by the cruelness of the world but the expectations of the older generations.
EIverything feels unbearable right now, and I don't exactly know what to do with myself.I'm lost without my person. Lost for happiness, lost for love, lost for friendship, lost in time, lost for touch.
don't even know who I am right now. I'm so lost.
For far too long, I was suffering because my differences gave me a lot of disadvantages in this world—in this fast-paced, interactive, high-productivity society that we live in. I was always under the impression that I was fucked, and I am fucked—or was fucked, to a degree.
In front of me a woman was sitting with her teenage daughter. She was maybe in her late 40s to early 50s. After a few minutes of being on the bus, she turns to her daughter and catches sight of me sitting behind them.