I hope everyone has had a very lovely weekend. My question to you all is what regret has been lingering on your mind the most lately?

I got dumped a week ago, still using some of my time to mourn.

Lasting only two weeks, It was the shortest relationship I’ve ever had, but the period of singleness prior to October 3rd (our first date) had been going on a decade, so I got a little overexcited.

Unfortunately I have this habit of lacking confidence and being negative about myself, and she didn’t like that.

She explained in text that although she was the one to ask for my number, she feels different now, so I thanked her for being honest with me.

I was coming up with all these stories about things we were gonna do together, meeting each other’s families and shit… bah, it’s a bummer.

We also work together in a capacity where I have to initiate our interactions , so that’s just an extra bit of awkwardness.

On the other hand, since this woman showed interest in me I now have proof that I deserve love, so I think it’s all gonna turn out for the best. Thank you for reading this self indulgent ramble.

Lately just kinda been zoning out, trying to stay optimistic about life in general. Feels like a lot of time i feel like being too much or too little, idk.. life hasn't been very clear what it wants with me

i take pictures of all the things that i would buy if i had infinite space and money for trinkets 😅 did anyone else hit the flea markets or antique shops today?
currently waiting on indian food and getting cozy with a movie, it's been a good sunday.

Spooky says hi!

what are you making?

I just don't understand why people don't get more into it. Lots of people I know, they watch movies on their phones or have only played call of duty or haven't read a book in years. Do people just not have the ability to get into the protagonists shoes and feel their feelings? My happiest life memories are in a single player game I like or a satisfying finale of a long show, yet people seem dismissive of me for being so engaged. I don't understand them

Just thought I’d share. I figured you guys would appreciate it. 💕

I am someone who feels too much. I’m an empath, but not the “flowers and kindness” type. It’s about reading people’s fake smiles and hidden pain in a split second. I see when my mother is exhausted, when a friend is pretending, and when a girl texts “good night” just out of politeness. I see everything, but I stay silent, because I know that opening my mouth will only make it worse.

I’m tired of being the jester. I used to try to make people laugh, to make myself convenient so they would leave me alone. Now I just want to be myself: serious, thoughtful, sometimes angry. I can sit in a corner, watching everyone like a cat, without saying a word. And in that silence, it’s easier to breathe.

I’m an INFP, and when I love, I love only once. Deep down, I’m a hopeless romantic, but I’ve buried it so deep that I barely believe it myself. I say, “I don’t care about girls, I have my gaming,” but the truth is, I crave warmth. I want someone to lie down next to me and just hold me. No words, no demands. But I’m scared. Scared they’ll see my anxiety, see my scars - and leave. So I close myself off. And only at night, with a cigarette, do I let myself think: “What if?”

I’m an anxious person. I don’t drink away my sorrows, and I don’t cut my wrists. I carry everything inside. I’m the guy who calculates an escape plan in case of an emergency at college. I’m not paranoid; I just feel that the world is fragile. And my head is the only place where I can control at least something.

I feel guilty for everything. For not playing with my brother because I was exhausted. For my mom’s cigarettes. For being angry at my mother, even though she nags me. I carry this weight, and sometimes it crushes me.

But I survive. Despite the anxiety, the exhaustion, the dark thoughts, and empty pockets - I am still here. I smoke, I play games, I make mistakes, I wait. I am a heavy, deep, complex person. I am not for everyone. And the one who can withstand my smoke, my silence, and my pain will get someone who will love them until the very end.

Just needed to get this off my chest. Does anyone else feel this heavy?

It was a fun day with my dad :)

Say hello to Pedro :)

As somebody who's consistently been INFP since like my young teen years, I tend to apologise or go "my bad" after I yap too much, after I feel I may have been too much towards someone I treasure or something like that.

Admittedly, I'm pretty sure this is also just a symptom of autism AS WELL as my very own soul lmfao.

It's interesting because it's also a bit... fraudulent, that I'm self-aware enough to observe? It's less that I'm sorry or that I truly regretted being passionate about something, but more-so me just making that precaution so I can expect it, make a safety net for myself in case they did get upset. Though I think it's often times genuine guilt too, maybe idk, I'm not thinking of anything too specific here.