In looking out

Dear webkin,

I hope you're having enough relax time and self-care lately. You could always open up to me if you feel like it.

When people talk about their personal experiences, I tend to share my own highs and lows hoping that, somehow, they can relate to mine. I do this instead of fueling their story by asking them loads of questions. I do this not because I wanted to talk more about myself or I wasn't listening. 

 Seriously. 

 People should stop being too judgmental. 


I feel like I don't have any right to say I could fully understand what's happening nor I feel how they're feeling. I hardly assume about what's going on in other people's lives even when I thought I knew at some point.

As long as we are able to communicate our thoughts and feelings, we are all good. That's all that matters.


Literally ❝ Lila



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