I Thought Leaving Would Feel Like Freedom.

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  After a month, everything seems so normal and dull... as if nothing ever happened. I am happy, but I feel empty. I waited for this for the longest time... three years and counting. I honestly did not like how I left things. It felt rushed. It felt sad. And honestly, if I could go back in time... I would probably do it the same way. I can't help but blame myself for leaving a toxic environment. I was suffering. Scars have been drawn on my body. Unwanted habits have now become normal for me. I feel restless. I am exhausted. I am tired, yet I feel like I don't deserve sleep. Why, though? I only left because I was tired of being exploited. I want to be selfish. I want to put myself first. I have been nothing but a dirty doormat. My mind, soul, and body crave peace and sleep, but I feel like the moment I lay down, I will fall behind. Am I over exaggerating my grief? Or am I trying to convince myself that leaving was the wrong step? I feel lonely. I don't crave people to intera...

๐ŸŽ€: A Soft Little Escape

There's nothing quite as peaceful as scrolling through Pinterest ๐ŸŒธ๐Ÿ’•

It's calming. Aesthetic ☕. Soothing in ways I can't fully explain ๐ŸŒˆ. It's like a soft escape from reality ---

 a world of colour palettes, cozy rooms , pretty quotes , quiet dreams and endless inspiration ✨๐Ÿ’ซ.


Maybe it's silly ๐Ÿฅด, or maybe it's one of those small, quiet joys that makes life feel a little lighter ๐Ÿ’—.

Just a weird little thought I had today ๐Ÿฅบ❤️.... maybe not so weird at all๐ŸŒธ๐Ÿ’•

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