sometimes i wonder if the stories we tell ourselves are the only truth that matters. like maybe the facts don't hold a candle to the feeling of being understood, even if it's just by yourself. idk, been thinking about that a lot lately.
sometimes i wonder if the stories we tell ourselves are the only truth that matters. like maybe the facts don't hold a candle to the feeling of being understood, even if it's just by yourself. idk, been thinking about that a lot lately.