金繕い (kintsukuroi) - the art of repairing pottery with gold or silver lacquer and understanding that the piece is more beautiful for having been broken.
I am goddamn gorgeous and exotic and everyone else is fat and ugly.
Not really. But I’m under his impression that I’m actually different. I feel like everyone puts me down. So my confidence is crushed to itty bitty pieces. I am reminded of the girls in HS. Ew. How were they considered pretty? I’m not trying to be mean, but most of them were fat and had bad acne and weird faces. I’m not better, but why was it okay for them to make me feel down?
I once had this idea what maybe I’m the only person who exsist in the world. What if. What if everyone is a test. Every single person in this world is here because it’s supposed to determine how i live my life. I’ve never failed. I’ve been hurt. But I’ve defied death so many times. And things don’t affect me unless i actually look into them.
It makes sense, kinda. But then it’s also really silly.
Things i have learned today:
Coffee makes me sick