I like Natalie Portman .. ..→

I keep rereading old messages like they’re a different life. ..→

I like this guy but he's completely emotionally unavailable. ..→

Sometimes I stay up late because it’s the only time nobody expects anything from me. ..→

I hate how harsh I was with myself for being sensitive. ..→

I regret the years I spent trying to earn rest like it was a reward. ..→

I wish I could tell you the truth without it turning into a debate. ..→

I forgive you more than you’ll ever know. ..→

Not sure if anyone else does this, but I do. ..→

I cleaned one small corner instead of trying to fix my whole life in one night. ..→

I said no without apologizing for it. ..→

I keep thinking “tomorrow I’ll fix everything,” like my life is a messy room I can clean in one sprint. ..→

How does this work? ..→

I posted something even though it wasn’t “perfect.” Just getting the thought out of my head and onto the wall counts — and it’s a little lighter in there now. ..→

I’m learning that crushes isn’t a character flaw—it''s just a thing to manage. ..→

I’ve been carrying this around in my head. ..→

The day distracts me. ..→

I hope you’re doing well. ..→

The holidays have this weird way of turning the volume up on everything. ..→

Late night thoughts are always louder when the house is quiet and you can’t fall asleep. ..→