A, 21 years old, living the best I can--sometimes I do well, sometimes I don't.
went to gwangju on teachers day and came across this adorable restaurant that looks like a spring wonderland!
I wanna go here.
The thing I hate about social anxiety is that I can’t really explain it to my friends because I feel like it is too scary to explain to them. Like, sometimes my mind gets so dark that I don’t want to drag anyone into that big black void I feel inside of me.
I sit before flowers
hoping they will train me in the art
of opening up
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Don’t I wish…
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To dare is to lose one’s footing momentarily. Not to dare is to lose oneself.
Am I nervous because I’m nervous, or because I’m making myself nervous because I’m nervous that I might be nervous?
I’m so excited to wear professional outfits like this.
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She’s wonderful
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Am I a good person? Deep down, do I even really want to be a good person, or do I only want to seem like a good person so that people (including myself) will approve of me? Is there a difference? How do I ever actually know whether I’m bullshitting myself, morally speaking?
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Worth reading until the end.
All credit goes to the author: benedictsmith
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