Sometimes I imagine wandering far away, To a place I have never been, where no one knows my name.   
A place outside of the burden of my past,  Where I can simply breathe, free of shame.   

A place where I can immerse myself in learning, Finding new pathways, new ways to dance.   
A place where all of the things that mattered,  Might become mere whispers, and an absent glance.   

A place where I am only a being,   
Without any labels, and without any looks.  Where the value of other people's opinions, Does not weigh on me and my way of life.   
Where I simply am, wanting nothing more.   

Sometimes I imagine looping these unknown grounds, Running toward the horizon that I cannot see. In this  long journey, if I find or lose, Then at least  I’ll embrace the freedom Of ittt …. 

For in finding belonging, I will discover to be whole.   
In cherishing everything that makes me feel real. And if I stay lost in wandering, that is okay. At least I will be free in motion, and can be a human and feel(that’s what I think)

No matter how much your boss tries to vent unreasonable anger at you, that’s not your task. The unreasonable emotions are tasks for your boss to deal with themselves. There’s no need to cozy up to them; you should focus on what you need to do and take charge of your own life without lying.

Wait, if I buy this fancy meal  , can I still afford the gym this month?"
the next uk you’re staring at your empty wallet like, “Did I really spend that much on BEU eats!?”
Transport, food, random "adult" expenses it all adds up. And no, shiro for a week straight isn’t a hack,it’s a cry for help.  

Your family isn’t the one stopping you now you are. Cos suddenly, y’r the one responsible for not wrecking your life. No one’s yelling at u to come home early, but now you’re like, “I should probably sleep… I have work tomorrow."Emotional intelligence? More like “Why am I my own parent now?" The tension is REAL.

while aggressively ignoring your phone. Pro tip: Call your people. Meet up. You’re not weak for needing connection you’re human. 

Oh, you’re sick? Good luck adulting now. Cooking feels like climbing Everest, and suddenly, “Is indomie a balanced meal?" 🙄🙄🙄
Hydrate, take your meds, and pray for a miracle (or a friend who’ll drop off soup).