All the butterflies, all the intense feelings, or even the tears. They were terrifying, yet wonderful, wonderful how life suddenly had colours, food tasted better and every little thing became more lively. It is like a reminder that it happened, it will happen again, there is something worth waiting for ahead and all I need is to be patient.
Sometimes content is hard to generate. What if I’m not mad about anything this week? What if I literally do not have a single opinion about anything at all?
It’s like a downward spiral as I reach for my jeans and t-shirt combo, because why dress nice when my hair looks like it’s been through a wind tunnel?
Is this the message they actually mean to send?