no one talks about how draining it is when your mood switches between “keep going , it will get better” and “i can’t do this anymore, im about to give up.” its like living in emotional whiplash. one hour you’re hopeful, the next you’re spiraling
eu costumava pensar que a comunicação era tudo, até perceber que a compreensão é. você pode falar o quanto quiser, mas se a outra pessoa não te ouvir de verdade, é apenas barulho.
the concept of religion genuinely depresses me. we exist for such a short blip in such a statistical miracle of a planet and you spend it eschewing all of life's pleasures and forbidding other people from them in hopes of a grander afterlife that doesn't exist