I buy cute notebooks and never use them because I don’t want to “ruin” them

I like my friends, but I also really love being at home with no expectations. I’m learning that enjoying solitude doesn’t make me a bad friend.

Even when I have time to sleep in, I wake up feeling like I’m behind. I’m working on letting rest count as productive instead of something to “earn.”

I love discovering new shows, but when I’m tired I always choose something I already know. The predictability feels like a warm blanket. Does anyone e

It’s not that I’m hiding something dramatic I just don’t know how to explain what I’m feeling without making it a whole thing. I’m trying to practice