where's my mind?

i am an overly emotional unemotional clingy but distant private person who likes to overshare at any moment and i'm still trying to figure out how that works.

Life is a series of returning to yourself, over and over again.

you ever notice.. nothing really turns out the way you thought it would. you make all these plans, tell yourself: this is how it’s gonna go, and it just doesn’t. things fall apart, people leave. you end up somewhere you didn’t even picture. and you sit there thinking, what the hell happened? like you missed a step or something. and the truth is, there was no step. most of this ain’t planned. half the shit you do is just reacting, doing the best you can with whatever’s in front of you. that’s it. no big design behind it. no guarantee it works out. no reason it has to make sense. it just keeps going. and after a while, you stop trying to control it so much. not because you figured it all out, but because you realized you never had control in the first place. and that’s when it finally feels real.

Self - listen up!!

i feel like that picture of ben affleck smoking the cigarette and looking so tired all the time

Let people miss you. Let things unfold without your interference. Let life surprise you. Control is exhausting, trust is freedom.

I miss what it’s like to be in love