I don't really understand how people in love can still perv on and fancy other people cos literally when I'm in love the most beautiful perfect person could be in front of me and I'm like.. meh I don't see it.
once i beat the depression & the burnout & the anxiety and the loneliness and the exhaustion and the guilt and the awkwardness and the apathy and the chronic illness and the impatience and the vulnerability, the creative block, capitalism and the cruelty THEN you'll see
i find it very manipulative that our angry side is always seen as our "true colours". as if when i'm happy and being kind, i'm being fake. all the good that we are and were just reduced to our angry days or episodes?