sorry, i forgot about my englishblogging.
rain rain rain, staying inside, doing laundry, drawing, reading about the universe and i get so inspired by how tiny and useless we all are compared to the stars, the galaxies. and at the same time, how nothing matters, and that's why everything matters. i matter. but i still wake up crying in the mornings after my dreams, always about disappointing people. why am i still so scared of that? feels like the less i care about people when i'm awake, the more i dream-