I set multiple alarms and still feel guilty for resting

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.

I keep saving the first page for the “perfect” idea… and then the notebook just sits on a shelf. I’m finally trying to write anything at all, even if

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