basically, i opened my "jar of notes" today, wherein i dropped some of those small sticky notes i folded after writing a message i managed to make from that day's experiences. i told myself i'd open ten in one day because i got too excited to settle for five. i kept getting the negative vibes until the last damned message. it was beautiful, i had to take a picture.
my handwriting is messed up, so yeah. also, the variations in ink and font (font, really?) is proof that these were written during constant mood variations and using different pens. anyways, this is just something i would like to share because i literally stared at the paoer for 5 seconds trying to be an anime protagonist who saw some kinda ray of hope after literally losing every damned lifeline they had.
bye.
YOU ARE READING
trashcan (literal trash)
NonfiksiYou will lose your faith in humanity if you read this. *grabs a Connie Springer* ((last few chapters were written in a not-so-good phase of mine, sooo...))