I often feel like I want to think something but I can't find the language that coincides with the thoughts, so it remains felt, not thought. Sometimes I feel like I'm thinking in Swedish without knowing Swedish.
why is this true? why can't the people in life understand this? do I even matter to them? I've let stuff go, but I think they've pushed it. I'm so ready to leave this fake bitches and move on in life. this summer is going to be so great