She'd walked to the end of the trailer and back, but there was no sight of the brown mop of hair and she was the one who was ten minutes late. Her neck felt bare as she pulled the heavy woollen scarf from around it.
I keep comparing myself to two types of people: my cousins, who work in their dad's business and have that head start, and my own business partner, who's rich and would help me out if I ever struggled financially. I don't have either of those.
a gentle reminder for your heavy heart some days, the most productive thing you can do is simply exist. stop waiting for the 'right time' to start taking care of your soul.
I will be living on my own for the first time and im terrified. I want this environment change to help motivate me to get up and be a functional person but I have just no drive at all. I just want to lay in bed.