feeling such a necessary sadness.
“A person learns how to love himself through the simple acts of loving and being loved by someone else.”
— Haruki Murakami, 1Q84
"For years mental health professionals taught people that they could be psychologically healthy without social support, that "unless you love yourself, no one else will love you." Women were told that they didn’t need men, and vice versa. People without any relationships were believed to be as healthy as those who had many. These ideas contradict the fundamental biology of human species: we are social mammals and could never have survived without deeply interconnected and interdependent human contact. The truth is, you cannot love yourself unless you have been loved and are loved. The capacity to love cannot be built in isolation."
- The Boy Who Was Raised as a Dog
Texts sent by Danwon High School students as their ferry began sinking on Wednesday morning express love, fear and despair.
please let there be more survivors.
oh my glob. the timing. i haven’t sat down and talked to my mom in the longest time, you could say everyone was coming down with a case of tunnel vision, and i left my room feeling mind blown. family lineage was something i never gave much thought to, but then watching someone normally so calm and composed become so emotional was just *poof* what is life? the figurative flaming hoops my parents have been leaping through are just unbelievable, and as always, i can’t believe how narrow minded i’ve been.
uncontrived and sleep deprived
everything is so topsy turvy. i can’t imagine being a parent, oh goodness. the last person (M) i would expect me to ask about the book i was reading, in fact, did. i gave an impromptu presentation about the cultural significance of selfies, and then told a bad trigonometry joke, and things went more than okay! shoutout to J & P because they keep my english class super exciting & i like talking to them a lot. i’m partially judging myself for being so jaded towards school, partially feeling like my mindset is justified. i was trying to explain to my dad how i wish i could do hands on applications with the things i’m learning. back to the book i was reading, room, there was this one phrase i particularly liked: smears of time. something like that. 1/4 of school left, i should be maximizing my time, but i feel so dispassionate. but THE MORE BITTER THE #STRUGGLEZ THE SWEETER THE #VICTORY. oh how i dislike last minute inputting of grades, i hate being falsely confident when i watch my grade drop HAHA.
future, I’M COMING FOR YA.