26th august - things could be better but i guess, never for me.
where i am right now:
things could be better.
despite the expensive fountain pens i have and keep on buying, between journalling and whiling time away for myself on the pretense of selfcare, between reflecting it seems constantly or a lot,
things could be better.
i don't know how to be better about it.
to be honest,
i don't believe in things could be better for me.
i think i deserve all this and i will always be like this and no, things will not be better for me. this is what i deserve. there is nothing more.