You judged me wrong. I am not fake. I can fake it sometimes, just because I care. I care for people's feelings, and I wanna make sure I don't hurt any. "I am in touch with my feminine side." People can be so sensitive you know, not that I'm complaining. But they are trust me. Even the non--fragile ones, have fragile hearts. And sometimes all they need, is a little assurance, a little support, a compliment. SO I do it. I fake it if I have to, Problem? [A conversation with my ceiling fan.] #CrayCray
Hi B, Season is changing. The hard days are almost over. The city I live in has turned so beautiful, I get overwhelmed by the beauty. Tulips are in. Cherry blossoms are blossoming. Magnolia, Beautiful white flowers, name unknown to me. Taking a walk out feels like a celebration of life. It feels like I'm falling in love with the city. I remember when I first moved here 2 years ago, the excitement and the crippling anxiety of starting a new life from scratch. Now, after 2 years, I feel a warmth and love for the place. I don't know if I would feel the same when the winter comes though. Seasonal depression is no joke. My new mantra for life now is to chill. Praise the nature and find pretty little corners in the city. Write poems. Paint, maybe. Seek positivity. Love. Be kind to self. No rush. Read books. Just flow.
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