i think one of the most heartfelt experiences in life is discovering that someone genuinely enjoys your presence. not what you provide, not your accomplishments. just you, your thoughts, your energy, your existence.
This might turn into a journal but I feel like putting it somewhere is better than keeping it in my head. I hate who I am now, I have so many dreams for myself but no will to do it. I have so much God given talent but have done fuck all with it. I keep giving up on everything.