windy0814's post

It seems like I'll live like in a fairy tale with a rich buttery scent but that's not the case in reality. I always worry endlessly. Today is a day when I'm needlessly worried more. But I'm still alive I've always said that I'll be able to do something when I'm forty so I endured and waited but now I'm standing on the edge of thirty-nine with less than two months left I wonder if I really have to do something like they say or if I have to put it off again, saying that I'm fifty I feel a little uneasy. But I'm still alive because I think that if I come to this space you'll listen to my story so I'm writing this hesitantly. Maybe we meet in this space to live. We do it for each other. After talking like this I feel like I can live again😊