Feb 22
i think some people learnt the word "projection" and they haven't shut up ever since
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i think some people learnt the word "projection" and they haven't shut up ever since
am i fucking stupid for getting sad because he asked our common friend about me? i know i am. but i couldn't resist bursting into tears. idk exactly why. maybe because it hurts, it hurts because he is curious about my life, he cares about me but not enough to talk to me, not enough to ask me directly and learn all the useless details about my life. i have to remind myself that even when we still talkes, even before we agree to stop talking, he never texted me first, or he didn't answer me for days, he still prefered learning everything from our friend. i have to constantly remind myself that he knew for years how i felt, even though he claims the opposite, he knew or at least he suspected how i suffered and still didn't care enough to ask me, to talk about it. and when he decided to do it, he wanted to fit all these things in ten minutes between our goodbye and the fucking last bus he had to take, although we were together for two fucking hours. he didn't have the guts to talk about it for more than ten minutes, or maybe he didn't care enough about it. fuck him honestly, i hope he's fucking miserable for the rest of his life.
i hate studying and i hate student life and i hate academic validation and academic success and i hate exams and i hate staring all day at pdf files trying to learn all these shit by heart im fucking tired
the feminine urge to read norwegian wood again and again and again and again until every word is tattooed on your brain
yes but PLEASE let me die for damiano so my death has a meaning
για το κενό που μοιραζόμαστε να ξέρεις σ' αγαπώ
literally no day passing by without missing poland and wishing i was still there. any pole wants to adopt me?? :))
me? watching l'amica geniale and seeing myself in lenù? inadequate and never enough? always feeling like the second choice or like not a choice at all? destined to only observe and never experience like a side character in my own life? more likely than you think