a constant hunger for something beyond the psychological limits of the world

I envy my sister for having an older sister and I don’t.

Actually, I envy her for having “me” as an older sister. I don’t have that kind of luck to have someone like me in my own life. That’s probably why my circle is too small and why I don’t easily get along with just anyone, cuz no one’s company satisfies me quite like my own. I’m too interesting to myself, and I cherish my me time deeply. But the saddest part is that you don’t always want to experience life alone, sometimes you want to share it with someone else, someone who speaks your own language, someone who makes you feel seen and understood, someone whom you belong to, because at the end of the day what I crave most is not company, but belonging.

yes, I have a very soft heart.

I don’t play games, I simply walk away