I hate driving around myself like i need a driver i am sick of being my own driver and my own passenger and when i say i need a driver i meant like my personal one like private whom i can also kinda lean on you know
the next person who ask me about my hair my answer will be for saving water i feel like i started sensation by cutting my hair not a single person is nonchalant about me? i am notorious
HEAR ME OUT hear me out
I have a summer outfit vision of a sleeveless top with bow in middle stiched in front and can be tied in back and a black knee length silk or shiffon skirt and kitten heels or knee high boots woahhhhh
i find it very intriguing that i donot rate books i donot like, like i am ashamed of reading that book so much i wouldn’t even acknowledge it even if my book goals are not met i would rather unmet my goals than met it with my disliked books
turning to self psychology analysis book is low even for me, especially when I psychoanalyse myself every second like what’s left anyway that book can discover for me i haven’t already discovered in myself