My Sad Girl Era

Ever since I was a wide-eyed tiny child, my family has always teased me about my sensitive side. I’d always cry easily about the smallest things, I couldn’t take a joke, and criticism (unwarranted, most of the time) from others would always lead me to feel like my worst self.

Looking back at it now, my sensitivity was probably a bit too much. I mean, I’m still too sensitive for my own good now (it’s why I need to write this post lol), but at least I’ve learned to take criticisms and jokes about myself.

But yes, mom, you heard that right. I’m still sensitive.

I’m tired.

In the year 2022, a human being possessing two brain cells thought that exhausting herself by trying out new things will be fun. That human being is me. And, oh boy—exhausted, I was.