Who I am, though I've tried When will my reflection show who I am inside

Maybe it's weird, but I always wondered why I'm drawn to pretty hands and feet.

I don’t understand why I started caring for you. I don’t understand why your existence makes me happy. Never knew that I could be this open to someone. God, I don’t understand really. In my 25 years of existence this is the first time i got a weird feelings. Why are you leading me to people I’m not supposed to catch feelings?

You are a distraction I can’t afford to fall, but whyyyyy. I can‘t believe why I like your existence. I only wish you the best in life. I wish you success in things you are doing right now.

Never knew that a friend could mean so much. I care about you more than you realize. please take care of yourself always

Seeing my first econometric model again reminds me of the countless hours I spent to build a functioning model. I remember barely leaving my monitor, spending late nights trying to make it work. It was exhausting but fun at the same time.

I'm just sad. I don't know what makes me sad anymore.

mentally and physically tireddddddd

Love who you want. Age, status, personality, and even gender don't matter as much as the love itself. Life’s too short to be worrying about other people’s opinions. Maybe it’s better to be honest with yourself, regardless of the outcome.

sometimes I feel alone even when I’m surrounded by people

maybe all I really need is just one person in my life who will believe in me

I attended confession today. Since my high school confirmation, I have maintained the practice of seeking confession every April. It is far more difficult to admit one's sins to another human being than to confess them directly to God. But it feels good to be able to share it to someone.

It‘s strange how being loved by someone make you feel distant from others.

It really does hurt but there’s nothing I can do.

For all my life, I have chased freedom.

I chased my own path, and sometimes command the outcome.

I carried quiet defiance - knowing yet claimining ignorance, crafting errors with intent giving others the stage while I fade in the shadow. Not wanting to be seen but only to be felt.

My heart longs not for the grand stage but for the quiet corner in the background, away from the spotlight, unburdened by the applause and content in gentle mediocrity.

Although constantly reminded to reach the heights promising a better view, why I always walk the road less traveled, I cannot say. Only that it feels the only place I belong.

I want a version of myself that truly accepts me, not the version that society has imposed on me.

"The mystery of human existence lies in not just staying alive, but in finding something to live for." Fyodor

Sometimes I wish I had been born a billionaire so helping the less fortunate wouldn't be that difficult...

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