January 5, 2026
Sometimes people think I'm weak. Probably because I'm soft, I can π, and I don't like it when people yell at me π«Άπ» But they haven't seen how I pick myself up piece by piece when everything goes to hell. They haven't seen how I take steps forward even when I'm scared π€ And, to be honest, I'm in no hurry to prove it. It's enough for me that I know what I'm capable of β¨
