today at the hospital my grandma told me that she’d rather die than suffer from her illnesses as the physician left the room to start up another round of tests.
the little prince is exponentially sadder in french than it is in english.
i want to go somewhere, but nowhere in particular.
i’m happy, i’m finally happy again.
i wish some people would put a bit more effort into their grammar.
if i still cared that would have hurt, but it didn’t. so fucking glad to be free.
would you rather be adored by everyone, have no time at all to do as you please, and wish to be left alone?
or would you rather be ignored by everyone, have all of the time in the world to do as you please, and wish to be acknowledged?
no, i’m not mad. and no, i’m not sad.
i’m just disappointed.
