I have a lot of emotions.
A lot that I put into words and sentences inside my head.
But they just stayed there and faded away as I continued doing my routine.
I thought it might be better if I put them out into words somewhere else, to remind me of how much emotions I feel and how precious it is to be able to feel things.
I found this on my laptop’s Note, an interesting piece of thought that I wrote on the bus home, at 10.49 …
Pretty, happy, bubbly, rainbows and butterflies.
But also blue, gloomy, fearful, and miserable.
Growing up, love isn’t something taught to us. It’s something we learn by trying to find answers to the questions we ask ourselves, like “Why can’t I stop thinking about that person? Why does it hurt like hell seeing him/her with someone else? Is this a crush? Is this love? Is this how heartbreak feels like? What is wrong with me?!”
I might have not lived long enough to know a lot about love, but from my experience, I learned a thing or two. …
When we talk about being vulnerable, people often say it is a symptom of weakness. Well, the word itself means “capable of being physically or emotionally wounded” (Merriam-Webster, 2019). Just like vulnerability, feelings are often associated with weakness. But are they?
I asked a few of my friends about feelings, and about how they perceive themselves according to how they react to things. Do they cry when they’re sad? Do they scream and jump when they’re excited? …