keeping a private journal does help. but there’s something so cathartic about shouting into the void of tumblr. both positive stuff and negative stuffi mean. when i say i have a lot to say i’m not just talking about how much of i mess i am, there have been happy things on my mind too. but ive been so afraid to say anything and. i think i’m just terrified of coming off like i want attention or bothering some people. but like a lot of things its not from past experience, like nothing particularly bad happened to make me like this per se, its just all in my head and it marinates over time and gets worse and worse. but i’ll be better. i mean who doesnt love long mental breakdown type posts like reading someone’s public diary. go ahead and laugh at me all you want honestly i’m laughing too. its weird and its stupid and its funny but its really all ok!!
you’ve gotta stat romanticizing your life. you gotta start believing that your morning commute is cute and fun, that every cup of coffee is the best you’ve ever had, that even the smallest and most mundane things are exciting and new. you have to, because that’s when you start truly living. that’s when you look forward to every day.
live your life like a ghibli movie where literally everything is charming and beautiful
