“i don’t really know how to start this.”

maybe that’s the point.

i’m not here to be perfect, or loud, or fully understood.

i’m just here to exist in small moments — late nights, quiet thoughts, songs that feel like they know me better than i know myself.

sometimes i feel like i’m made of unfinished sentences and half-finished feelings.

like i’m always becoming someone, but never fully arriving.

if you’re reading this, maybe you get it too.

or maybe we’re just two strangers passing through the same soft chaos.

either way… welcome to my little corner of nothing and everything.

— xo 𝒜𝓃𝑔ℯ𝓁 ♱

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“eu realmente não sei como começar isso.”

talvez seja esse o ponto.

não estou aqui pra ser perfeita, ou barulhenta, ou totalmente compreendida.

só estou aqui existindo em pequenos momentos — noites tarde, pensamentos silenciosos, músicas que parecem me conhecer melhor do que eu mesma.

às vezes sinto que sou feita de frases inacabadas e sentimentos pela metade.

como se eu estivesse sempre me tornando alguém, mas nunca chegando totalmente lá.

se você está lendo isso, talvez você entenda também.

ou talvez sejamos só dois estranhos passando pelo mesmo caos suave.

de qualquer forma… bem-vindo ao meu cantinho de nada e tudo.

— xo 𝒜𝓃𝑔ℯ𝓁 ♱

 It's easy to feel unworthy of love and affection, especially when the world is so insistent on moving at a speed that leaves you gasping for air. Many of us are raised to strive for perfection in the things we do, but the tasks we are assigned have impossible expectations, and our own desire to succeed becomes the reason we fail. Burnout doesn't hit you all at once, nor does loneliness or depression. They are both symptoms of each other and exist independently within our minds. What they have in common is that deep aching desire for isolation, to protect those around you from the noise inside your head, that desperate longing for any form of human connection, to see your pain, to see that you are trying, to see that you haven't given up.

I believe i just enjoy my thoughts and life being in some way public because i wish to inspire its definitely because of the lack of friends or ability to make or keep any as someone who has been through things that seem kinda rare i do depends on the internet to feel less alone by finding others to relate to i never thought much about it or seen it as wrong or dumb till now I don’t even think its a genuine thought of my own but another thing i was shamed into it feels wrong to try to explain my self in regards to needing to be seen or heard explaining your need for connection or friends just feels me with embaresmant and the terrible fact that I can’t get close to anyone now days or keep friends the thoughts that i may just be a horrible friends not that I don’t think about it want to i stay up about it i just don’t want to speak to you about it