no one talks about how draining it is when your mood constantly switches between "keep going, it will get better" and "i can't do this anymore, im about to give up." it's like living in emotional whiplash. one hour you're hopeful, the next you're spiraling
I think we underestimate how many people are hanging on by a single, fraying thread, and how, some days, the only things saving them from the abyss are the small comforts of a TV show that feels like home, a book that tells you you’re not alone, or a pet that needs you.
It feels so weird to not give a fuck about eurovision. For my entire life I loved this week so much. But i genuinely feel nothing now. No excitement, no hype, no joy. That genocidal state took something that brought us so much joy and connection and completely ruined it.
“fanfic tropes are overused” blah blah i don’t careeee OH MY GOD THEY’RE BEST FRIENDS WHO SUBCONSCIOUSLY FELL IN LOVE AND NOW THAT THEY’VE REALIZED WHAT HAPPENED THEY CAN NEVER GO BACK?????????