How unfortunate that i could never say things out loud that were heavy enough to break the scale. How unfortunate that words don't do justice with what it feels like. How unfortunate i could never find myself speaking about my own feelings? I'll never be able to find that space.
You see it every day. People falling out of love. People doing terribly disappointing things to each other. People being unfaithful.
Find good people. Hug them. Don’t take the love you have for granted. Keep working every day to nurture it. And pray things continue to go well.
As if palpitations weren't enough. The way I wash my hands with boiling hot water everytime more than once to the point that they go red I think it's a disorder