stay super strong viv!
what good are dreams? the good ones remind me how poorly reality measures up, and the bad ones ruin what could have been peaceful nights.
getting a huge mug of water for my nightstand so i can drink it but i dont drink it
read my super old blogs and realized I never documented the sad chapter i had. even though i was trying to justify my situations at the time and convinced myself i was doing the right things, deep down i knew it was pathetic and was ready for change, so maybe thats why i never publicized it (like anyone reads my blog anyway).
do i do my nails if i know im not gna leave my room for the next week? i really just need something to do rather than study, and i’ve done my brows already.