The days of Abercrombie and American Eagle are (thankfully) over. But the pressure to blend in never fully goes away.
The world eventually becomes bright and beautiful again, but you touch everyone around you in a different way.
Because she didn’t disown you when you got home from your freshman year of college and bragged about how much of a bad-ass drinker you were.
*air conditioning comes on* OH MY GOD WE’RE GOING DOWN.
Don’t be distraught. Don’t be discouraged. It’s called living. If you had no baggage, or you never had any troubling experiences – if you never had to experience discomfort – you’d be the least interesting person in the world.
Their handwriting. When they remember things about you that you only mentioned once. Their unique scent.
You’re smiling, aren’t you? You’re pretending everything’s okay, aren’t you? So are they.
The worst part is that they’re invisible. They blend together and you just see them as dozens or hundreds of faceless people, while you sit there fretting over what they think of you and how you appear to them.
When you’re at the beach, hot showers are out of the question. Regardless of how much effort you put into protecting your skin, you will still get burnt somewhere, and you won’t realize it until you’re in a scalding hot shower.
In today’s world, you’re not allowed to have self-confidence unless you have a reason.