moony crying

 Adaptability is, certainly, one of the most commendable and useful skills a human may have throughout their life. Or my acquire throughout it. After all, it's even a part of adaptability to learn how to go through things, to know your limits - maybe desires too. Or even, protection from hostile environments. Whether it was chosen or not, sometimes we need to read the room so we actually survive (and thrive, albeit barely sometimes.) But I, in all my small experience as a (not too much of one) young adult, people who were supposed to make the journey easier are the first ones to mess things up. The first ones to show you that life isn't fair, the first ones to open wounds that you weren't supposed to have so early in your life.  And the worst part is that, sometimes, they don't seem to heal. Not fully, at least. Words thrown away carelessly that make marks that seem to glue into your very soul despite your best efforts to push it away. It feels like every single mechani...

 I've learnt to laugh in the face of my mistakes. Otherwise, i feel like i'd be constantly missing pieces of myself. Pieces i can't afford to lose. I've come to terms with myself that, my mistakes, always seems to be way bigger than they actually are. But chastising myself over it can be utterly foolish ( Even if i know that it'll be in my mind from the moment i commit it to an eternal forever) Well, as eternal as my memory can be. As eternal as my brain can do messy synapses but - it is doing its very best. Doing its very, very best with what it has been given that's far from enough or ideal. Props to myself, we're making it. barely. but there's always sun after the rain. I'm still waiting for my sun although i can kind of see it there. In the end of the line. There's still hope in the lack of big things happening. I swear it makes sense. Because, as long as i'm alive, nothing ended. And i can't ignore, can't try to think otherwise w...