I just bawled my eyes out at Blue is the Warmest Colour. The amount of time that passes throughout and the amount of feelings that stay the same, when they should have improved, frightened me. I feel as if I’m at a standstill in my own personal improvement, and I worry that if it hasn’t already begun to happen, I will be moving backwards very soon, if I do not begin to progress. I don’t know where to start, and I feel as if I have exhausted my resources. If it honestly is a time thing, where can I get more time?
it’s been half a year since someone held me with love and I feel so needy for that right now