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i decided to start to journal in public, anyway nobody reads me right now i live in san francisco and it is april 22, 2026 i’m in a period of my life where i continue discovering myself but it seems like i’ve been discovering myself forever maybe it is the depression that hits me today […]

My dear, while I waited to be chosen the world did not wait it kept turning and slowly I learned to move with it in that quiet movement I found time time to look at us without illusion without the softness that hides the truth time to admit that change lives only in a 20–30%

If you choose me,I promise love and loyalty. I promise to be therewhen the call comes late,when your voice breaksand you don’t know what to say,when all you needis someonewho stays. I will tryto make life softeron the days it hurts. I promise to co-createa happy life with you. And if you don’t choose me,there

I want to be lightpeaceful, calm,a place where others can rest.Light that brings colorto the world. But I am color.Not soft, not quiet.I am movement,intensity,life. Creative, multidisciplinary,overflowing. I want to be the personwho holds otherson their darkest days. Not judgmental,not heavy with pain,just light,just compassionate. But I am passionate.I feel deeply. Maybe I am not

I want to write a love letter to the ones who truly cherish me, to the ones who are really for me. This letter is for my friends and my family but not for everyone only for those who make me feel deeply loved. Having people around does not always mean they are there for

I’m a sunflowerMaybe my love is too muchSomething to admire, like an objectbut not to care for as a living thing I turned toward youas if warmth meant care.It took too long to acceptyou never give a fuck about me. I’m a sunflower,meant to be admired,never meant to be keptnot the flower you choose to

To enter me is not easy.I am a guarded country,a door that opens only when it recognizes itself. When you know, you know.With you, I did not need proof or explanations.Trust arrived before language,and I stood unarmored in your presence. But I love like a force of nature.My devotion is tidal, uncontained.I live where fire

Nothing blooms all year. Not flowers.Not trees.Not people.This is my winter. Brought from an eternal spring,I learned to survive the freezing cold.Survival became instinct.A rose from a different climate. To bloom, I need sun,water,patience,love. To die, only neglect.Forgotten in a corner of the house. And still, this flower endured.Through winters that took more than they

I’ve always noticed that women see and understand the world differently than men. Not more complex, just different. Men often approach problems in a straight line but women carry many perspectives at once, we feel the emotion, see the context, and follow intuition toward the answer. Now, in 2025, so many political changes swirl and