“I am a different person to different people. Annoying to one. Talented to another. Quiet to a few. Unknown to a lot. But who am I, to me?”— Unknown
sometimes things are just bad for no reason. it doesn’t mean that you deserve it or that everything is hopeless. sometimes things will work themselves out, sometimes good things will happen. if you had good days before, you will have them again. so if you’re not feeling well, please keep going. there is a chance that tomorrow will be a good day.
“….My love has made me selfish. I cannot exist without you — I am forgetful of every thing but seeing you again — my Life seems to stop there — I see no further.”
John Keats in a letter to Fanny Brawne | October 13, 1819
