We never know when is the end and that makes me a little scared. At the same time, it seems ridiculous to be anxious over something I have no control over.
sierra burgess catfished a guy for weeks, kissed him without his consent, leaked her friend’s private pictures to the whole school, pretended to be deaf in front of an actual deaf person and apologized for none of that, instead choosing to blame everything on her looks, only for her to get everything she wants in the end and y‘all stan?
having daily nightmares but they’re isolated… not sure if it’s cause for concern
also quite confused on how I feel abt the family drama, or the lack of feelings. I guess things will never be ok, I may never be ok… but it’s ok? Does that make sense? We continue to live after all.