It’s mad depressing when u eat the last piece of candy but you didn’t look at the bag and realize it was the last one so you could truly appreciate it for what it was worth
This speaks to me on a deep emotional level.
This sounds like some kind of metaphor for taking things for granted
Sometimes, I take comfort in my beliefs that women, people of different ethnicity, people of different faith, and any other person different than me deserves respect and to be treated as best as possible.
I don’t know. It’s a bit of a comfort to know I don’t hate anyone based on some arbitrary reason