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I have emotional baggage. Something like a failed love story, unresolved daddy issues or “why am I not Timothee Chalamet? :)” or stuff like that.
Some might find it funny. To be honest though, sometimes it breaks my heart. When it was bad, I used to wanna cry all night. But I almost always pile my face into a pillow so I don’ wake up my mom.
In a way I like my emotional baggage. It’s messy and complicated. But I don’t wanna get rid of mine because that makes me who I am, even if I am not perfect.
Maybe I guess everyone has their own invisible baggage. They are suffering alone, as quietly as i am. It's a natural phenomenon and a trivial cliche. I take comfort in this generality.
We shouldn't overlook that everyone has behind the scenes you’ll never ever know.