In here are my deepest, most personal thoughts. There's a lot of joy. And months worth of probably the saddest I've ever been. I'm getting better day by day but I'm not yet brave enough to read back to those days when things were the worst. Out of fear of reliving it and breaking apart again. I'm only just starting to slowly heal. It's scary that a notebook can have that much power over me. But it's not the notebook, is it? It's my past, the truest form.
This season's full of goodies.
Happy weekend, here's a mellow Frank Ocean cover that appeals to me visually more than aurally. I tried. 🤷♀️
My protein shake looks a bit gross today but it actually tastes really good. I just can't look at what I'm drinking.
Bruder bittet mich ihm dabei zu helfen, unsere Mutter zu überzeugen ihm einen Markenpulli zu kaufen. Der Moment für mich, die härtesten Weisheiten rauszuhauen.
It's getting real y'all. 😍
Why the relatively ugly scroll bars like that? :( Could be something that fits a bit more into the overall design of this page.
