I am quite conscious about the size of my forehead so it's probably one of the reasons why I started wearing them apart from that one time in highschool when a classmate saw me wearing a hat in a play, approached me afterwards, put a hat on my head and said I looked good in
MMy posture is shitty and so are my bangs, chopped off last Sunday with craft scissors after my shower, before I even put underwear on. I want. But my want is off-brand and my desire is second place.y lungs ache in a way that is familiar to me, and I am back in Middle School.
Whenever I’m almost loosing, I get this voice in my head that you’re gonna make it this time too. And this cycle is never ending. I hate this voice. I hate that I’m still getting through things and never getting an option to give up. This is exhausting.