So tired of all of these thoughts that keep circling inside my head. What I wouldn’t give for some peace. I don’t expect everything to always be perfect, I know that hard times are going to happen. It just feels like the struggle is never ending, like I’m just stuck on repeat. Like a record needle that scratches the surface, only to jump at every crack and stay stuck in some infinite loop.
remember when we found out Neville Longbottom had bigger balls than anyone else in the HP series
remember how Dumbledore told us this in the very first book, but no one believed him