syd

things end, people change, life goes on.

these weekends are starting to feel like a 30 mins lunch break

coffee makes everything better

i go on X, talk to myself, then leave.

i love a “i know you’re sleeping but” text

songs explain what i can’t explain

maybe, forever was a word meant for memories not for people.

you want to succeed? you sacrifice.

too many words, too little work.

gaslighting myself into thinking i’m ok

bad days built better days.

“i remember you said you liked it so i got it for you” is a love language.

to be chosen, not an option.

stuck between “i need to save my money” and “you only live once”

“you smell good” is a top tier compliment

hi, it’s been a while 👋

eye contact, then that little smile >>>

dark, cold, and quiet room >>>

the more you care, the more it hurts.

physical touch 🤝🏻 quality time

january drained me a lot. i wish february to be better >>