
i confessed to someone a few years back and got rejected bc he liked someone else... hurt for a few days? weeks? months? i don't remember... all i know is that it felt liberating to me bc i had one less secret to keep... and i kinda grew out of those feelings after a while... now, i just look back and laugh bc what was there to be anxious about confessing to someone anyway? ╮( ̄▽ ̄)╭
that red hair color is so prettyyyyyyy (づ╹³╹)づ