
I treasure so many memories, yet none of them actually exist. Despite this, I still find myself wishing they did. Some are pleasant, while others are nothing short of grandiose. These cherished recollections fill me with a joy that reality never could, and I become so immersed in them that life itself passes me by.…

[ this post is connected to Journal ] I’ve always been timid about rejecting the feelings of others, so I just agree with some things they say even if in my heart I oppose, I hate conflict and…..my broken heart feels deep remorse if I speak wrongly in the eyes of others And I think,…